OCC in the House

Katie, Casey, and I put together two Operation Christmas Child boxes. We decided the hardest to pick things out for would be boy 10-14 years old. So that's what we chose. Up for the challenge. I certainly don't know what a 10-14 year old boy likes. And Casey doesn't even know. Growing up in these grief-stricken countries where luxuries don't exist is not exactly the same as growing up in America. And it's tough because they don't exactly envy each other for video games and fancy-pants-clothes and being allowed to have pizza for dinner. They get excited about the little things. Being given something. Or anything for that matter. Even just a box in pretty Christmas paper, not to mention what's inside.

So, we had some fun. We went to Wal-Mart and picked out some pret-ty awesome things. It's so fun to get stuff for other people. I wish we had a million boxes we could fill. And the shoe boxes just never seem big enough. I'm going to have to start buying some thigh high boots every year just to have a bigger box for our OCC peeps. I took some pictures of the stash below:

I hope they think we're cool.