Silent Night, Holy Night

All is well, all is bright. The night of Las Posadas (Spanish word meaning lodging or inn) is a traditional, festive celebration that first introduced to the native people of Mexico by European missionaries, and is the reenactment of the story of Mary and Joseph's search for lodging in Bethlehem. This is a picture of our luminaries on Christmas Eve.
My husband took this picture at about 2 in the morning after we were nestled all warm in our beds and I had wished we had taken a picture of the luminaries.

Playing in the snow

I love Utah. I love living in a place that has all four seasons. Here are the kids playing in the snow over the past couple of days. (We learned how to get Sterling to smile...when he says please he smiles and says "cheese")

Christmas tree

We have a new tradition (since a couple of years ago) to go cut down a real tree. We go up to Manti Canyon and find the perfect tree. Okay, there is no such thing as the perfect tree, right? It's like saying we have the perfect family. The first hour is fun and enjoyable as we look for the "perfect" tree. We are picky and selective. But then we get tired of climbing and looking. Kids get onery. We just need to pick a tree. This is the "perfect" tree for our family. It's not perfect but we like it.

Fishing with my husband

I really didn't want to hold the fish but I guess it's protocol to show off your prize

Paul caught the largest fish.

This picture was right after I caught the fish.

My husband likes to go fishing. I consider him a pretty good fisherman. I like it when he goes fishing because he usually brings home fish for us to eat after he goes fishing. He has a friend who takes him fishing with him on his boat. In October this friend invited me to go fishing. Wow. I felt special. I have never been fishing with them before on a boat. This is high tech. This friend has a fish finder GPS! This is serious business. I was a little nervous. It really was a lot of fun. I enjoy fishing. It is relaxing and exciting when you get a bite. It was probably a little too cold for me when the wind was blowing but I ended up catching a large fish. BTW: This friend calls it "catching" not fishing. He's great.