Christmas was wonderful. It was full of family, friends and faith.
As I write this, it's actually been a whole month since Christmas. Don't pay attention to that published date. I started this blog entry a very long time ago. That is sad. Not sad because I am going to start crying. Sad because life has been so busy this past month I haven't blogged. I haven't even had time to think about blogging. Sorry. I know that you are all totally bummed about it, so you'll be happy to know I'm back on track. Pictures included.
This year we spent Christmas in Jason's hometown of Westbrook, Minnesota. We arrived at Grandma Great's farm just as a giant snowstorm was starting. From December 23-December 27 it snowed. Every day, all day it snowed. It had already snowed so much by Christmas Eve that we had come to the conclusion that there was no way we could get out of the farm and into town. That also meant, no one would be coming for Christmas Eve. By 4:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve the power was out and it wasn't coming back on.
Jason and I, Kate and Annika, Grandma Bakke, Grandma Great along with Uncle Chad and Aunt Jenny spent Christmas Eve together, in the dark. We even had our own little church service. I played the piano by candlelight and we read from the Bible. It was a Christmas Eve to remember. Thank goodness Grandma Great has a gas powered oven in the basement. That pizza hot dish never tasted so good! (We saved the Christmas pork roast for another night.)
One thing I learned about living on a farm- when it snows and blows and snows some more, you don't go anywhere. We were snowed in until Sunday. Thankfully we all love snow and the girls love being outside, no matter what the weather. We enjoyed many days of making snow forts, having snowball fights and sledding. My favorite time was taking pictures of the farm during the entire snowstorm. In the ten years that Jason and I have been together, I have never seen that much snow in southwest Minnesota.





Thanks to Grandma Great's wonderful neighbor and friend, Russell Gunderman, we finally got power back on, thanks to a generator, and we finally got plowed out. I may be a country girl who grew up in God's great northwoods of Minnesota, but I certainly love being a city girl when it comes to snowstorms.
We made it home safely from the farm just in time to enjoy a few days with my parents in Lakeville. It felt good to be home. But it feels even better to know that every bit of our Christmas season was spent with family and friends.












