White Christmas

Surprisingly, the airport was not very hectic on the eve of Christmas Eve. We did hit a wicked storm on the way to Idaho though. It didn't stop either. In total there was almost a foot of new snow and no plow to be seen.

It wasn't one of those Christmas Eve's where you can't sleep in anticipation of what Santa brought you, but we still got up early to check our stockings and start preparing Christmas Dinner for Grandma and Grandpa. Rod got me a beautiful cherrywood jewelry box and I surprised him with a Dewalt hammer drill. He couldn't wait to use it.







At around 10, we headed out to Rigby to open presents with the kids. It was total carnage: a Wii, Guitar Hero, Ipods, gas-powered remote control cars, new skateboards. The wrapping paper was knee high. It was so fun to see how excited everyone was about their presents. We couldn't stay long, though, with a prime rib in the oven and Grandma's.

Although I hate to see how frustrated Grandma is about not being able to take care of herself, it was beautiful to watch how tender my Grandpa was with her. I would catch him doing the sweetest things when he thought no one was looking.



I had an opportunity to see how much my Grandpa does for my Grandma firsthand when Grandpa had to go to the hospital for his heart the day after Christmas. Grandpa only ended up staying in over night. I stayed with Grandma the whole time he was gone. It wasn't the Christmas we had hoped for, but I wouldn't have changed it. It gave me an opportunity to do something for the people who have done more for me than any one else. That gift was priceless.