A couple of weeks back Grady and I were lucky enough to be included in a Christmas party with the college group from church. I say we were lucky enough because, think about it, when you were in college did you think it was cool to hang out with some 30-somethings who have three kids, drive a minivan, and usually head to bed at 10:00pm?
Some ultra-cool, ultra-generous, and ultra-hospitable friends opened their home to our group. There aren't many homes that can comfortably fit 40+ people in the basement and offer air hokey, ping pong, XBox Kinect, and a kitchen all our own. But the Robinson's could, and the Robinson's did!
We came wearing our ugliest Christmas sweaters, or in some wait-till-two-hours-before-it's-time-to-go-cases, we made our ugliest Christmas sweater. (No, Grady does NOT have lip prints all over his chest. He has hoof prints because "Grandma got run over by a reindeer...")
If this lucky winner wanted claim on the fun gifts buried in the bottom, he had to start eating his way there, or, if that took too long, start digging his way there! (Robinson's: Thank you for not panicking when a group of kids started slinging orange jello in the middle of your family room! This is part of what makes you bestest host(ess) ever!)
The birthday boys blew out their candles and high-fived after making a wish!
And that's not all folks. Tomorrow Grady and I join up with 30 of these wonderful college kids and head to Atlanta for Passion 2012. In preparation of the big event, I've just woke up from a two hour nap because I know that beginning at 6:00 tomorrow morning I'll be short on sleep until late Thursday night.
Stay tuned for pics and details on a week that is about to change hearts and minds and lives for all of eternity. And to think that Grady and I have the privilege of being there and being a part of it. Wow. Just wow!