As we hit the road for the falls we thought we were on our typical family road trip. Boy was I mistaken!! The closer we got to Wichita Falls, the harder the snow fell, the stroger the winds blew, and the more I freaked out in the car. All I kept saying was "God, Please get us there." I have precious cargo in the backseat and I dont know how much more I can take of this. Cars were skidding off the roads, people driving 10 miles an hour, and my precious hubby saying, "Babe, I got this." I did not have any doubt that he had "it', I was just so scared about the other people who may not "have it!" We finally made it in to town in about 4 hours, which is usually an hour and half trip. Thank the Lord we made it when we did because 287 shut down as soon as we got there. People were stranded on the highway for hours, some up to 12. I dont know what we would have done with 2 babies stuck in the car with all the apple juice gone and no water to make a bottle!!! God was truely looking out for us!!
Merrill and Adam and Uncle DOug had the worst night of all. Doug was stuck in the wreck on 287, and Merrill and Adam were getting stuck every 10 miles. Thanks to the Christmas Angels who rescued them, becuase Wichita Falls had shut down. Even with all of the chaos, somewhere beneath it all was a calming serene winter night. A night we will probably never see again. Even though there was no Annual Bomar Christmas Party the spirit was still there. Regardless of how old, or how scroogey you become, everyone wishes for a white Christmas at some point. And a White Christmas it was!
As the boys were snug in their bed..ie (cooper on the blow up mastress). Santa managed to make his way down the chimney in the midst of the blizzard. He filled the stockings, brought an Elmo restaurant, and several new teethers for Park, and a mound of other toys we could not even get back to Fort Worth. The boys probably wont remember this Christmas, but I will never forget it!






