Showing posts with label Lincoln. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lincoln. Show all posts

Called To Serve

         Lincoln waited two days to open his mission call until my sister Hilary and I could be there for the big announcement. He let that envelope sit on the counter unopened for two days. How sweet is that? It was such a fun night with dozens of people there (or present through skype) to support Linc. We all put post it notes on the map where we thought he would go. No one even guessed the right country. After a long wait, he finally tore open the envelope and read that he would be serving a two year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in Barcelona Spain! Lucky country to get his goofy little self for two whole years. We couldn't be prouder Linc.  

Moments to Remember

These are a few good moments from our Christmas. This year was officially our year with the Holmans, but we were able to spend alot of time with my fam as well. It was my little brother Lincoln's last Christmas before his mission, and lucky for us Todd and I spent alot of time with him. We would usually end every night nestled in my bed Todd, Linc and I and watch a few episodes of Prison Break. I'll sure miss him next year. But, we will get to talk to him on Christmas, just like we talked to Rhett this year. We had all eight of us syblings and my parents on a conference call with Rhett in Alaska. It was my favorite part of Christmas, because for one short hour it felt like we were all together again. It was perfect.     

Wouldn't be a complete break without a hysterical night with these two. LOVE them. 
 A happy Grandma 
 You better believe that is a shake weight. 
 A Christmas with lots of casts, braces, oxygen tubing, wheelchairs and alot of pain meds lying around 
 We watched Zach and Lyndi's kids open up their presents on Christmas morning. Kids definitely put the magic in Christmas. 
 We woke up TWO hours earlier than the kids and opened presents. A sea of wrapping paper might just be my favorite part of Christmas with my parents. 
Christmas eve breakfast in our pajamas at JB's. 
Dorks being dorks