On Friday night, we joined the Gingeriches and the Proffitt-Smiths for a small pre-Christmas gathering. We shared good food, good wine, and good fellowship. (We also learned that butter and water seem to have have surprisingly similar densities!)

Kris and I stayed the night so that she and Jenn could spend Saturday baking cookies. In the morning we had a breakfast of bacon and French toast. Jeremy played U2 (in preparation for Monday night’s concert), and danced around the living room with his children.

Somehow I hadn’t anticipated that baking would take all day. Though I had fun chatting with the women and writing stories with the kids, the day felt like a waste. I had things I’d wanted to get done, but they just didn’t happen.