We got to listen to grandma and grandpa talk about what Christmas was like when they were young. (for the record. my dad is the greatest story teller and can capture any child's attention with his stories)
We played and wore jammies most of the weekend.
We went to our neighbors across the street (who happen to have four adorable girls that are our boys' age). We also invited our sweet neighbors who are empty nesters. We played the guessing game (Christmas style), had tons of treats, played a card game, and laughed.
Our neighbor is in the army and has collected some pretty neat things over the years, he showed the boys his sword. They were mesmerized.
We gave simple neighbor gifts with a saying that was not cheezy...at all.
And most importantly, we celebrated our eight year old Taylor.
And the excitement of Christmas was thick in the air.
