Christmas Morning

is always more wonderful when seen

through the eyes of children.

We had our traditional Christmas breakfast

with the Roylance family.

I'm not sure when it started,

but it is something

we look forward to every year.

It is very low key. 

We call when we're about ready

(generally between 10 and 11)

They bring juice and fruit.

We provide egg casserole and pancakes.

When we first started, the kids were still at home.

Now we have whoever is around.

We learned about this home we've lived in for 24+ years from the Roylances. My Gary (Base) coached with the Roylance Gary (Personal) at Provo High, and we became friends then.  They knew we had been looking for a larger home than the one we had been living in at 1550 North 300 West.  When the woman who owned the home across from them (Mrs. Warner) passed away and the house was going on the market, they told us about it.

We've watched their children grow up.  We had often used their daughter, Michelle, as a babysitter in our other house and knew her well.  We visited their son, Gary (yes, three Gary's can get confusing), on his mission in Southern California because Gary was Bishop then and it was allowed.   Their other sons, Mark, and  . . . oh what's that other one's name?  "Big ___?"  I can picture him.  He has a darling wife and 3 cute boys, but I just can't remember his name.  Anyway, we've watched them grow up, along with the youngest Sharilyn.  Our girls are friends with them.   Mark and Tiffany were just a year apart, and Misty and "the one whose name I can't remember" were good friends.  Now Michelle's oldest son is getting ready to graduate from high school, Gary's little family just moved to Idaho, Mark has 2 beautiful little girls and another baby on the way, and Sharilyn got married a couple of years ago.

Here is the picture of "the one whose name I can't remember," when they stopped by this year.  That is the Roylance home across the street to the right. 

 

(Maybe if I look at the picture long enough

I'll remember his name.)