Christmases of the past

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I just knew you would all enjoy taking a trip down memory lane with me.
This was our first Christmas together after we were married. Don't you love the couches? They were a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation. And oh-so-comfy. I loved them and was so sad to give them on to the next deserving couple. They were truly a part of the family.

Christmas number two, we had a 3 month old Hunter. Don't you just want to squeeze him?
Christmas number 3, little Corrine was a-cookin in the womb-oven. And could Hunter get any cuter?

Yes. He could. By Christmas number 4, we were the parents of not only one but two beautiful babies!

Two beautiful babies who weren't so sure they wanted to sit on a strange man's lap for Christmas number 5.

Christmas number 6 found us living in El Mirage and with a super hyper but super fun puppy, Cache.

Christmas number 7, we were still in Arizona and loving the warm "winter" weather.
But for Christmas number 8, we had moved to Washington and were enjoying our friends and the Santa we met there. According to the kids, this was the real deal. I know! Only in Washington, where it's rainy and cold, will you find the real Santa. Just be careful, because he might also be a vampire.
Christmas number 9, we were preparing for our dear little Laynee's arrival, and yet again, living in another state.


Christmas number 10, was our second one in our current home. The kids are getting older and we're going on 3 Christmases here. I think we'll be setting a Burrell family record.

Merry Christmas to you all and know that we think of you all the time and wish you the very Merriest of Christmases and the Happiest of New Year's.

Comments

Vicky said…
I loved walking through your Christmas Memory Lane, I remember those confy confy couches!!
December 18, 2008 at 4:51 PM
Danielle said…
Did Vicky just say confy couches? That's it, I'm saying confy instead of comfy from now on. Thanks Khaki!

I love your pics! The one of Corrine screaming on Santa's lap is priceless...love you guys and have a Happy Christmas!!

Tedward.
December 18, 2008 at 7:16 PM
Bryan and Ana Burrell said…
What a special treat it was to see all your Christmases. Baby Hunter, Baby Corrine, Baby Laynee, and then they are all grown up, and such a goodlooking bunch. We love you! grandma Ana
December 18, 2008 at 8:30 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
I loved this! Oh...I can't beleive you have all of those pictures all organized and all. You are such a great organized mother. Good job on being organized. Love, not organized.
December 18, 2008 at 8:48 PM
Mandy said…
I love it! Seeing the kids so little oh I remember! Hard to believe it has been 10 years! Love and wish you were here too! I love you and give those kids hugs and kisses.
December 18, 2008 at 9:22 PM
Antonio said…
Great sequence!

Hey Danielle and Vicky,
Confy because of confort? (Confort is toilet paper)
December 18, 2008 at 10:30 PM
Terrie said…
My, how time goes by so quickly. And just to show you how much you are an inspeiration to me, I am going to dig up a few of those old "memory lane" photos too.
Love ya
December 19, 2008 at 8:23 AM
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