Picture overload! My family’s Christmas party 2018.
December 22, 2018
Pearson Christmas Party
Imagine twelve adults and thirteen children racing around a beautifully decorated house and every single one of them is acting like they are somewhere in that magic child age around 5 to 8. That was our Christmas party this year. It was the best!
My amazing sister and brother hosted.
Katy is always ready for a picture!
Livy painting faces! Anastasia is concentrating on being very still. She was rewarded with a beautiful butterfly!
Jaquline got snowflakes to match her dress!
Mrs. Claus and helpers! Tina, Christina (Christy the elf), and Mandy (Elsa-elf!)
Liam was here, but jumped out of the way! Brother-cousin time L-to-R JJ, Lucas, Isaac
This video shows our baby sister’s personality – it matches the hat!
Group Selfie! Tina, Ray, Becca, Charles, Allison
The teenage grandchildren (Becky, 13, and Christina, 15)
Bouncy Hat plus Sherlock Pipe (both with accents…)
The pro (Aunt Becca) teaching JJ how to take a selfie… (He knows he’s adorable!)
Mom and the boys (silly faces): L-to-R Nathan, Ray, Tina, Charles, Louis, and Andy
Mom and the girls: L-to-R Mary, Kayla, Katy, Allison, Tina, Becca, and me.
We did not get a group picture, or a full cousin picture, because everyone was just having too much fun! The girls (my pictures come from Christina, Becky, and Kimberly) managed to get many active shots.
This was our first year without my Daddy. Katy and Andy had set up the layout so that he would have a comfy chair, a central view, close to food, close to everything in what Kimberly called “Santa Boompa’s throne.” (The chair with the footstool, Mom’s seat was supposed to be the matching one next to his.) From this view you could see Livy’s facepainting station (she is so talented), the Selfie station (which was hilarious), the “dance floor” (right in front – so much fun!), the food and beverage buffet area was to the left (easy access to refills and the silly shenanigans going on in there), and the covered porch area was just behind it (where not just the boys were showing off their strength… or trying to).
Even though he wasn’t there, I didn’t feel like Daddy was missing. I heard him in my brothers, Mom, and several of the children. I heard his laugh when the boys were showing off. I could hear him cheering each one on. I felt his smile as Anastasia passed out gifts for each of the sister- and brother-cousins. The little ones ran around giving drawings, toys, and hugs to each other and I felt him smile because he loved to give. I felt his heart as Kimberly reminded me she needed my phone to “take pictures and movies for Grandma,” because “Granddaddy always likes to get pictures for Grandma!”
My Daddy’s legacy lives as the humor and fun he always had rubbed off on us kids and our children. We love to see each other smile and laugh. We encourage each other. We share with each other. We love.
This makes me so happy I cried on the way home.
Daddy isn’t really gone. I miss him so bad; I miss being able to talk with him. No one listens to me chatter away about the story ideas I have like he did. Daddy didn’t seem to mind if it was the fifth – or fiftieth – time I told a cute something the kids did or a neat thing I learned; he never said “I’ve already heard that.” I miss that, yes.
But he’s here. I keep hearing the sing-song voice from the Disney cartoon: “he lives in you.”
Daddy lives in all 25 of us that were there (and the 4 who weren’t) in some way. His legacy is us.
Thanks for reading!
Type at you next time…
~Nancy Tart
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