The girls went with Papa Don to a Christmas Party last week and came home with some extravagantly painted faces, of which they were very proud!
(The turquoise fingernails might be my favorite part of this picture.)
And of course, after a few pics, a pajama'd Wyatt had to join the fun.
One night a few months back, I told Wyatt a bedtime story about the pieces of my heart. How one belongs to him, one to Megan, one to Molly, one to Daddy, one to Jesus, one to Grammie & Papa....and so on. Now, each night when I kiss him goodnight, he says to me, "Mom, I make up your heart, right?!"
SIGH.
So much.
These three make up SO MUCH of my heart.
2 comments:
Oh I love this Erin! Precious words to treasure!
Oh my goodness...whoever hired that face painter sure got their money's worth! I love it! And what a beautiful bedtime story.....wishing you and your darling family the merriest of Christmases and much joy and laughter in 2011. Cheers!
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