Finally.

Keith and I are done with work for the week, we're close to done with the packing [totally a lie, we've only piled the clothes onto the dining room table], and the house is decently clean. Time to relax and enjoy a little family time. We head south early in the morning.


As I was searching for a Christmassy picture you've not yet seen, I found this! My three boys, one year ago.

And this year. You can barely see Cole's face because he's standing next to me and pointing, and that's what makes it perfect to me. Pointing. It's what he does. And Grady? Grady sits on my hip. That's what he does. My arms are wicked strong.

Merry Christmas everyone.