My mother and father gave us a gift of baby chicks. Not for us, in our name, for a poor family through Food For the Poor. They said if we are very good this coming year, next Christmas they'll give someone a latrine in our name. Imagine not having that basic need! We'll be good, we'll be good.
I was noticing the mountain of dirty dishes Blaise was working on. I said "I'm sorry dear, thats a lot of dishes for an eight year old." He said, "Thats okay mom, we're Galbraith's, we're not afraid of hard work." And he started whistling Christmas carols.
I asked my husband for a new iron and a broom for Christmas. He said no, he could not go back to work and tell his co-workers that is what he got me for Christmas. Too embarrassing. He must have gotten razzed for the year he got me a load of dirt for Mother's Day. (It's what I ASKED for!)
However what he DID get me is better. Kevin found a lovely, soft brown bathrobe. I had been looking for a brown one because it won't show coffee stains. A girl has to have her coffee in the morning ya know.
And the book I have been waiting for, Mother Teresa's letters, Come Be My Light. What a privilege we have to be able to read her writings and learn from her spiritual struggles.
I think Mother is my favorite. I was actually happy at her death because then I could seek her intercession. I understand her. She was a practical women who worked HARD. She was a workhorse like me. Unlike me, she did her work for God and always made prayer come first. I'm working on that.
Mother was once asked if there was anything she was proud of. She replied that she was proud of how well she cleaned toilets. I can do that!
What a blessing to have an abundance of family and friends! Each family added beautifully prepared food to the table. Everyone had their funny Christmas stories. We passed around babies and welcomed the newest one with great joy. We laughed at toddler's antics and enjoyed conversations with older kids.
We were especially blessed to have Father Gerald join us for the afternoon. He had his own funny stories to tell about teaching a crash course in the Catholic faith to the electric company repair crews in the wee hours of Christmas morning.
My parents and sister, Erica.
The new moms, Kari with my Godson, Will and Connie with my great nephew, Jacob.
No matter what type of event we are hosting, there seems to be battles of one type or another breaking out everywhere.
It's no secret that I love to host a gathering. I'm in no danger of being mistaken for Martha Stewart, but it's a joy to cook for people.
We nearly forgot to take a picture of the buffet. We had prayed grace and were getting plates for the children when my sister-in-law exclaimed, "Wait, we need a picture of the food!" There was a collective gasp from the women who all backed up laughing, realizing that I HAVE to blog the food.
The bread basket, not so artfully arranged, but filled with multi-grain bread, French bread, pumpkin, cranberry bread and Italian Cheese Twists.
The girls enjoy wearing matching dresses and their mother is especially partial to dressing them this way. Unfortunately she isn't very good about remembering to take pictures till the end of the night when everyone and everything is disheveled.