After celebrating with James side of the family, we loaded up the car and happily headed north for Angel Fire to see the Wilson crew. Who doesn't love Christmas in the mountains? The snow, the scenery, the slower pace and the crisp air ~ Papa's "happy place" is a living legacy passed down to his children and grandchildren.
Mama and Papa sold Eagle Mountain Lodge a couple of years ago and now have a simple but darling home just on the other side of Alan and Cameron's property. We are all pretty touched by the sweet relationships Mama and Papa built from two decades of hosting ministers and lay ministers at the Lodge (not surprised, but touched), but the time had come to slow down a bit. Papa is still getting to serve as chaplain to the area fire departments, and they continue to remain engaged in the community they've grown to call home. But Papa and Mama now come to Texas for nearly half of the year to experience "dailies" with us here in Fort Worth. We think it's a brilliant plan.
So our time in Angel Fire looks a little different now, but their new home already feels like just that ~ home. And our week between Christmas and New Years was just what the doctor ordered... a restful get-away with skiing, snowboarding, plenty of hot coffee and cocoa, and downtime to just be with grandparents and cousins.
We left at the crack of dawn to avoid a snowstorm ~ a quiet morning ride with all these teenagers (and wanna-be teenagers) sound asleep. We took John, our neighbor and close friend of Bran and Hud, so five kids in the back meant a FULL car.
|Hud opted to sleep on the aisle floor instead of lying sandwiched between the girls|
Corbin and I realize we are completely spoiled ~ we take our kids skiing all day, and then stumble in the front door to the aroma of spaghetti and meatballs or baked pork chops or whatever yummy meal Mama has been preparing throughout the day. We're greeted by a glowing fireplace, a large TV showcasing those Baylor Bears during their bowl game, and generous grandparents waiting to hear about the day's adventures.
So right here - pretend there's a picture of me in my blue fuzzy Pjs and house shoes - do you see it??
Actually, I do have a selfie...
I received an extra Christmas gift this year ~ Corbin offered to take all (eight!) kids on the mountain for the ski days while I stayed home, holed up in what I've claimed as my bedroom overlooking Wheeler Peak, cup of steaming coffee in one hand and begging-to-be-read books in the other. The solitude was a balm at the end of crazy December. Mama and Papa were happy to let me be a hermit ~ absolutely precious. And I was one happy cat with my mornings starting later.
|I wasn't kidding about yummy spaghetti|
|Where's the beef??|
|Papa's big breakfasts (and Basden in shorts with two feet of snow outside)|
|Bran and John. No pics of Hud and Foster, I chose not to chase them through the trees|
|Bran and John ready to hit it|
|Those cute girls! Nettie May, Basden, Rowan and Essie|
|Essie and her Papa|
|NOW it's Christmas in Angel Fire with Papa-Santa|
|A life-sized, homemade Jenga set! A huge thanks to Foster for all that hard work - wow!|
|And the stockings were hung with care... especially John's ~ exactly twenty years ago it hung on a tree outside the Hunter's Cabin, my engagement ring snuggled inside, waiting to be discovered|
|Are you kidding me? Is there any smile cuter than Pate's smile?|
|Foster loves it when I snap his picture|
|Hud at his most chillax|
|Brandon ~ we're glad God made you... and we're glad Papa made rum cake...|
|Kirsten ~ college roomies and friends for 20+ years|
|The girls' table|
|Someone has a photographer's eye|
I don't want to forget, and I don't want our kids to forget.
And little did Papa know that it would be only six weeks before we all gathered in his home again ~ this time with Clinton and his crew from Seattle ~ to celebrate Papa's 70th. More on THAT magical weekend to come...