We made Christmas cookies tonight.
Now that you’ve seen the pictures let me tell you the story entitled;
“Pictures I should have taken while making Christmas cookies; but didn’t”
~There should have been a picture of the look on my face when the boys attacked my beautifully rolled cookie dough with their cookie cutters.
~Or a picture of the soft ball sized piece of dough Gideon managed to shove in his mouth before I could blink, let alone move.
~A picture of the frosting and sprinkles that covered the entire table top and kitchen floor.
~ One of the time I barely stopped Gideon from dumping an entire jar of sprinkles into his wide open mouth.
~ A picture of the big green spot on my back, where Jude decided to use my sweater to wipe the frosting off his face.
Sometimes pictures just don’t tell the whole story.
But sometimes they do…
I can hear them gently breathing as I go into their rooms to check on them one last time.
Charlie is laying belly up under my feet.
The candles are flickering out.
“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” ~ John 1:4-5