Christmas Eve we spent with my parents. I think we have started a new tradition with Nat. Christmas Eve Mass and making Mom's famous chocolate pies. They are to die for, and a must at any family gathering.
Nat was learning all of Grammie's secrets. I about spazzed out when I came downstairs. If you notice her hand is on the burner but no worries, Mom hadn't turned it on yet. Heart attack over.
And unfortunately this was the only pic I got of her all dressed up for Mass. She looked so cute in her little sweater dress and boots. She enjoyed every bit of the children's program but not the guy singing behind us, loud and off key.