Our Last Christmas....

Okay, it's not our "last" Christmas...but many people have said to us that it was. We've been told that Christmases will never be the same again after this one and that we need to relish in its quietness. And so we did.

We celebrated Christmas with my parents on Christmas Eve at our home. I made a delightful prime rib with tasty sides and a yummy caramel pecan pie for dessert. It turned out to be a snowy Christmas Eve, so we nixed our plans to go to Midnight Mass and my parents stayed the night watching movies and trying out our nursery. We woke up on Christmas morning, and I made the most delicious cinnamon rolls ever before going to Christmas Day Mass.

Justin had to work the holiday, 2pm to 10pm. Luckily the snow had stopped and the roads looked decent for his trek out to Hendersonville. I just relaxed at home, reading and preparing for Baby Girl Y. The weather started to become an issue again, and I (along with my parents, thanks to their countless phone calls to me warning me to warn Justin to be careful of black ice and be ready to just stay at a hotel, if need be) was getting worried hoping that Justin would make it home safe and sound that evening.

Luckily, he did - and even earlier than anticipated, thanks to the next pharmacist on duty being kind enough to relieve him early. And that was our Christmas.

It was only later that we learned that our Christmas very nearly could have turned out to truly be our last.

According to news and police reports (that we became aware of a few days later), an armed (with an AK-47 rifle) man was caught in the parking lot of Justin's pharmacy before he had the chance to go in the store to rob the place and get his methadone pain killers. Justin was the only pharmacist on duty at the time.

Here's a link to the actual story:

http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=13746477&config=H264

After we found out what happened, Justin and I counted our blessings and said our prayers that everything turned out the way that it did. I hate thinking about how differently things could have easily turned out. I thank God that this wasn't truly our last Christmas, and I can't wait for our next one...with a little 9-month old Baby Yasette crawling all over the place and getting into everything :-)

On that note, I'll end this post with a few fun Christmas related pictures, simply because I have nowhere else to put them. Enjoy!