Friday, January 6, 2012

Love and Joy




















Cort and Lanie's Wedding

Malachi had the honor of being the ring bearer at my brother Cort's wedding on December 30th.
Before he walked down the isle, he told me that he might marry the girl he was about to walk down the isle with. (She was a niece of the bride, Lanie.) He IS a big fan of marraige, I have to say. He loves to tell me that daddy and I are married. And then he hugs us. He gets it in a small way.

But as he walked down the isle with this little girl, I understood why he may have thought he was getting married. He was wearing a tux; he was walking down the isle in a church; a pretty girl in a white dress walked alongside him; his family was there to watch; he had a ring.... lol!

Not yet, my son. Not for thirty more years or so....


My handsome boy. I was so proud of how excited he was and how seriously he took his job.
Malachi and his cousin Alice.
Mathias in all his cuteness.

Getting some bird seed to throw.
A ladies man. No doubt.
It was an exhausting job.


Grandpa can even crack a smile out of the tiredest of ring bearers.
Uncle Cutter was home to be the best man! And he was the star of the show as far as Micah was concerned.
Uncle Cutter let him wear his military hat. joy!
Malachi and Micah got to party-it-up royal style with -- POP!!!

Did Malachi dance? Oh. my. yes.

All. night. long.
Lanie and Cort cut the cake.
I found Mathias hiding under the head table. Silly boy.
Malachi and Alice bravely approach the table to talk with the bride and groom.

My love and I got to enjoy a romantic dance too. We didn't have this luxury at our own wedding, so this was quite the treat.

Christmas








Uncle Thomas and Grandma came over to help us celebrate. We went bowling together in the afternoon. Even Mathias bowled! It was a great time!



Old Time Fun

Grandpa Robert gave Micah this Vintage train set years ago and we have a tradition of setting it up every Christmas. Every year the boys get fresh enjoyment out of putting it together, running the line and watching the sparks fly beneath the wheels.