Dear Ruthie,
Not only are you now three weeks old, but today is Christmas! But first, let's recap last night's Christmas Eve service:
You wore an adorable red, green, and pink plaid dress and a knit sweater I made you last week. People kept saying you looked like a little doll - we think you looked so beautiful. Your daddy sang in the Christmas choir and you did a great job sleeping and listening... until the very last song, when you realized how hungry you were! I took you back to the cry room to feed you. Your daddy and I were supposed to light candles as part of the service, but since I was nursing you, he snagged Charlie and they did it together. We went to Memaw and Papa's after the Christmas Eve service and ate dinner with them... but you got really tired and fussy. Your daddy and I realized (too late) that we should have just taken you home. Oh well. Live and learn, right baby girl?!
Your daddy and I celebrated Christ's birth with you this morning at our apartment. We opened stockings and presents, ate some yummy cinnamon rolls from Fred and Betty, and read the Christmas story from the Bible. You didn't get any presents (hey, you're only three weeks old!) but you did have some treasures in your stocking, a lot of which were handmade by me: knit leg warmers, sewn "chain" toys, a knit hat, two books, and some hair bows.
After our family Christmas, we went to Memaw and Papa's. Uncle Brad, Aunt Paige, and Blaire were there, too. We opened stockings, watched "Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2", and opened presents. Presents took a while: between you and Blaire, we had to keep pausing to nurse, change diapers, and comfort alligator tears. We also read the Christmas story from the Bible and stayed the rest of the day to eat food, hang out, visit, and do a puzzle.
Our first Christmas with you was such a blessing: low key, but full of family and the knowledge that Christ has come to save us. Hallelujah! We are so looking forward to keeping family Christmas traditions alive with you as you grow and teaching you that Christ is the reason we celebrate - not presents and new toys. It's all for Him.
We love you,
Mama
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