I remember thinking last year, I can’t wait for next Christmas! And Lincoln’s reaction to all of his toys did not disappoint. His happy face was really the only bright spot in our day. There’s no way to talk about Christmas this year without mentioning the loss of our beloved yellow lab, Blondie. She was 12 years old, and had always been in perfect health. Thursday she started acting a little funny, but we didn’t think too much about it. Saturday morning, it was clear she was getting worse, so I took her to the emergency vet. They didn’t have a whole lot of answers for me, but asked that I leave her there for the weekend to be monitored and then pick her up Monday morning. At 4:00 am Christmas morning, they called and said we had to make some decisions. We loaded Lincoln up in the car and headed down there. As soon as we saw her, we knew we had to let her go. She had taken a turn for the worse. She was so pitiful. I wasn’t even sure the she realized we were there, but she lifted her head up one last time to acknowledge Mike as he held her. Lincoln and I stood by so we would all be with her as she went to sleep. Christmas music played throughout the vet’s office, and it all just felt so wrong.
Needless to say, there were many tears this Christmas. We did our best to be happy for Lincoln, but it was a pretty rough day. Sometimes it just feels like we’ve had more than our fair share of sadness recently, and I’m just over it. My sister-in-law said Blondie was just too special to go out on any old day of the year, and that’s why she passed away on Christmas. I guess she’s right. There’s a big, fat hole in my heart right now, and I just pray it heals quickly.
Ok. Enough of the sad stuff. On to the good stuff.
Christmas Eve at my aunt’s house. He loved the train around her tree. We had such a great night with our family. One of my cousins announced she is pregnant, so that was icing on the cake!
If there’s a ball within 100 feet of him, he will find it.
Daddy (aka Santa) trying to finish the trampoline assembly late that night.
Christmas morning! He ran straight for the trampoline when his feet hit the ground.
Letting him see the trampoline first was a bad idea. He refused to come out the rest of the morning, so we had to bring the presents to him inside there.
He was a big fan of the trains in his stocking.
We finished up opening gifts at home and headed over to my parents’ house. Mike & I decided that we never, ever got as many toys as this kid has gotten this Christmas. Between all the grandparents and aunts and uncles…it was out of control.
And finally, we headed over to Mike’s grandma’s house where Lincoln got to hang out with his cousin.
Hope you had a Merry Christmas!