Christmas Eve was spent at my mom's house. Brady flew in from Utah, we had great food, secret Santa gifts and pajamas, and other fun Christmas activities. Cam and I them drove home so we could have our own little Christmas Eve. We wanted to carry on the pajama giving tradition from both our families so we bought each other some. I loved the ones he picked out for me, he's just the cutest.
The next morning Cam woke me up because he was too giddy to let me sleep anymore. I started making breakfast and wouldn't let him touch a thing. I've been waiting to do Christmas breakfast my whole life and I finally got to! He put on Christmas music and we sang and danced around.
I made cinnamon rolls, spicy and plain hash browns, bacon, sausage, and two different juices. We then exchanged all our gifts for each other, and of course spoiled each other rotten. We also Facetimed my Dad because he sent us a big package in the mail. I cried over this gift he sent me.
He wrote us a poem about burlap and lace. My wedding was made up entirely of burlap and lace, I am still in shock of how he wrote this:
Burlap and Lace
One for Strength
One for Grace
Woven together
In God's most Holy Place
A union of hearts
Knit together as one
A daughter of Heaven
A stong noble son
Hand in hand through eternity
Friends for all time
Struggles and triumphs
And lessons sublime
The burlap so durable
Through hardship endures
Lace gentle and delicate
That love remains pure
Both joined together
By the skilled weavers hand
To last through eternity
Forever they stand
He sets the pattern
To weave Strength with Grace
For He knows the value
Of Burlap and Lace
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