Last Saturday we went to see the lights with Brian's side of the family. We enjoyed the beauty and tradition of the night, even though we just about froze our extremities off. We arrived right at dusk as they turned on the lights and there was a fog that shrouded the skyscrapers from sight, and gave the temple an otherworldly glow.
(Just as a side note, this is when I was really missing my brother and his artistic skills and excellent photographic equipment. Not too bad for my little digital camera, which finally gave up the ghost today... 2 days before Christmas...excellent timing.)
My two little girls all bundled up in pink. It was as much of an adventure getting ready for this outing by hunting up enough hats and gloves and scarves to go around...
...unfortunately we didn't have any gloves or mittens for Brian. This was his ingenious solution. And honestly his hands were probably warmer than mine in my one-dollar-one-size-fits-all cotton mittens. Guess we know what my next project at knit night will be.
Jake being cheesy and his cousin Josh being sweet in front of the Assembly Hall. I love the red lights, I think they are my favorite.
Evie had a blast riding on Uncle Greg's shoulders. I took the double stroller and spent more than half the time pushing it around empty. I didn't mind though, I love that my kids were enjoying the company of their cousins, aunt and uncle, and grandparents. (We did too, it was a great family outing.)
Going to see the lights is one of my favorite holiday traditions. If you have the opportunity I highly recommend you take some family or friends, or family and friends, and enjoy the beauty and spirit of the season. Oh, and take some hot chocolate...
Christmas Boot Camp 2012
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