On Christmas Eve we had a big family breakfast - full of german pancakes, bacon, eggs, OJ, etc. It was so good, and SOOO fun to have everyone together for breakfast. It really made it so much easier to have to go home that afternoon.
The trip home...
Scott and I left Boise about noon so we could get home and have a nice Christmas Eve with our little family. We stopped at a gas station on our way out. I ran in to get a pop, of course - and Scott got out to pump the gas. While I was inside the gas station this OLD guy asked me if that was my car outside. He told me there was some guy mad as *!?* and can't get the #!** door open and he's madder than *!?# - you get the point, he had a potty mouth. I go outside and somehow the car had locked itself. Which is bad anyway, but McKenzie was inside. To make a long story short, we had a lot of people at our side doing what they could to help us, and we were so blessed by their kindness. About an hour later, we finally got our car unlocked. On our way home I started getting really sad because I felt bad enough that we weren't going to be in Boise on Christmas Eve, but now we weren't even going to get home until 8:00. I didn't have anything ready for dinner, it was too late to do our service project we had planned, and I was really tired. I remember talking to my dad, and he told me that we never know why some things happen. There was probably a reason that we're not aware of why we got put in the situation we did. This made me feel really blessed, and helped me realize sometimes things are just out of our control, but for our own good. Scott made a really big effort to have a special Christmas Eve, and it turned out fun even though dinner was disgusting, at 10:00 p.m., and we watched Santa Clause 3 for our Christmas Eve. At least we were all together, safe, sound and home.
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