It's the most wonderful time...

I shouldn't be on here at all.  This is a busy week of birthday's for Nathan, my very own twin and I, and Riley...and Jesus!
Something about this very week of the year makes me feel like I'm hooked up to an endless flow of adrenalin.  I cleaned the house before the girls even left for school this morning.  It's not even 9 and Kate and Lola and I have Nathan's birthday cinnamon rolls well on their way for tomorrow morning.
It's my own invention of blueberry and food processed walnuts to make it nice and mealy with nuts, and of course plenty of butter, cinnamon and brown sugar, on whole-wheat dough.  I don't feel so guilty since it's so nutty, whole-wheaty, and has the powerful blueberry in there. :)
Anyway, Shanny and Mr. Wheeler are coming in, as is my brother from NY.  This very night they'll come and eat some pork tacos with a touch of apricot preserves and some good beer in celebration of Riley's 8th bday.

And by the way, Riley is another blog in itself.  That girl...well, she's 8, but I feel like it may as well be 13.  Some day I'll tell you how her and I are getting along.  Thank the Lord He keeps teaching us.  Just when I think I've got this thing down.

Well, I'm practically 30 and not sure how I feel about it.  I look in the mirror and say, "I must have a food allergy.  My eyes look awful."  And then I remember that this might be the permanent awful of age.  That's okay.  I'll drink my glowing green smoothie.  It's the best I can do.

I just love my family, and they're all coming to be together.  When the week is over I'll probably crash, but I just love all this food prep and gift making/wrapping, and squeezing keeping the family bathed in there somewhere.  It's tricky.  Don't look at Riley's hair.

I'm glad that Christmas falls on Sunday this year, because I see myself forgetting the very reason for our celebration and just getting excited about the food.  I'm glad we'll sit and worship in the midst of the craziness.