Found this gem while working around the house today...
And also, if there was a grading scale for "Wordless Wednesdays" and it was possible to FAIL, I totally would because the pictures I post are just crying out for their story (their whole story) to be told!
This, you may or may not know, happened last Christmas. (2012...NO I'M NOT PREGNANT AGAIN...now breathe, and read on)
And so the story goes, Kevin and I arrived to my parents house in St. Charles at about 10:30pm after driving through a white-knuckle inducing snowstorm for somewhere close to 7 hours. I recall spending parts of that drive discussing how much more nerve-wracking the snowstorm driving was since I was pregnant and now considered "precious cargo". Wait, wasn't I precious cargo before? Well anyway, I digress. We mentioned during that drive how we would learn a new level of nerve-wracking when toting our to-be 5 month old in the same conditions in just one year's time and how totally crazy it would be that our back seat would be taken over by a car seat.
So, picture us arriving in St. Charles at 10:30pm. We should be exhausted from that drive, right? NO! We were bouncing off the walls, internally, but doing our best to act normal. We quickly unpacked the car and then told my mom and dad there was a gift they had to open and no, we didn't care that it was pushing 11pm. We had wrapped up the above pictured stocking and new stocking holder as gifts for my mom and dad to open in order to drop the news. Dad opened the stocking holder gift first and made the assumption that I had gotten it so Kevin would feel a part of the family, after all this was our first married Christmas to celebrate. But no, we said, just let Mom open her box. (Side note- they still had no clue). Mom opened the box, saw the stocking, read what it said and........you know......what's coming.............promptly started crying! And screaming her excitement. She passed the stocking to Dad so he too could read it, choke back a little tear and smile his excitement! Hugs all around and then we spent the next hour talking about my first 11 weeks of pregnancy; there are just some moments which aren't easily forgotten.

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