We got home from Europe and landed smack dab in the middle of the Christmas season.
The best of all seasons is really nice to come home to.
Our first week back was a scramble of jet lag, throwing christmas decorations up around our house, and hosting a christmas fondue party.
This weekend was the second of a total of 3 weekends we get to enjoy before heading to Canada for Christmas, so of course we felt it mandatory to squeeze in the Temple Square christmas lights.
They are nothing short of magical.
Especially with the first snow fall of the season.
And despite cold wet feet.
We met my sister in the city that has become our halfway meet-up point and hit up some shopping hot spots.
And then we descended on my darling aunt's downtown apartment for a dinner of warm soup and rolls.
With the culminating event being the christmas lights surrounding the place where Ryan and I first talked of a married future together, and where we were eventually married by his grandpa.
We love this place a lot.
Especially at Christmas time because we got engaged seven years ago a week from today.
So its full of nostalgia for lots of reasons.
It made for a really good weekend full of laughing, visiting, and all sorts of good christmas feelings.