A Christmas letter from me to you. In my own hand, as the Apostle Paul would say.

I love these videos from St. Paul’s Church in New Zealand. (I’ve yet to meet a New Zealander that I didn’t like!) Especially considering that Jesus told us the only way to come to God was with faith like a child, this is an excellent presentation of the greatest story ever told.

Merry Christmas!

This is what I overheard.

Macy to the horse: (whispering) “I’m go-in’ be you best friend!”

Me to Macy: “What did you say?”

Macy to Me: (laughing) “I can’t tell you!”

Daniel John (my rock star husband) is playing a mini-concert on Thursday night August 18th. He’s trying out a new system called Stage It that will broadcast from our computer to yours. Watch live from anywhere! He’s even taking requests. Tickets are $1. Tell your friends!

. . . hardly feels like work at all!

I love discoveries like this. When I was loading photos onto my computer from the camera, I found several I hadn’t taken myself. Either Ada or Jesse took this photo one morning while I was still off-camera getting ready for the day.

Our mornings don’t always run this smoothly, but on this particular occasion, as is as likely to happen as not, Dan sat down at the piano and gave the girls a dancing tune. Can you see the pure joy and abandonment in Macy’s spin here? Even in a school uniform!

Don’t you wish you had a Daddy who played live music for you every morning so you could dance your way out the door?

Oh, wait, maybe you do. Maybe we all do, if only we’d listen.

What kind of music do you hear in your morning routine? And does it make you dance?