Our morning ended with singing. Betty loves Bruce--really everything about him. I think one of her favorite things on earth is to hear him sing. We all joined in on a few.

I can't describe how much I've loved this Christmas. We haven't spent a single day shopping. We plan to wait until the last minute, see how things turn out with Bruce's prospective job, and then buy a few things accordingly. Our children understand and are fine with it. Normally, I think I'd be sad about the situation, but this year I've felt complete peace. It's been all about people--our loved ones coming, little simple opportunities to serve, stories every night together. Finally, after all these years of trying to capture that illusive Christmas spirit, I've discovered it.