An Odd Eve

This Christmas Eve is (hopefully) unlike any other.

The weather had not been cooperative this week, and the schedule dictated our driveway would be poured the morning of the 24th…at the same time as our neighbors were getting married. At home. If a homeowner pours a driveway every 40 years and a person gets married just once in a lifetime, what are the chances that those two things will happen within 300 yards of each other during the same 3 hours? A 1 in 2020 chance, I bet.

We took a break midday to meet up with family at a nearby park to exchange gifts and let the cousins run and play, and hopefully take the edge of their Christmas energy. Better than rain, it was still hard to be out for too long in the frigid temperatures.

But eventually, the driveway was poured, most of the crew and all their noisy trucks had left, and Dwayne and I made our fancy Christmas Eve prime rib dinner. The kids set the table extra fancy, Wes wore his nicest jammies while the rest of us dressed up to watch (!) our church’s Candlelight services, before sitting down together and enjoying our feast, feast, feast. Even when everything was a never-before-today experience, it was our prefect evening together.