Tradition finds our family at my parents house on Christmas Eve.
I love wandering my parents home remembering my childhood.
Many of my Mom’s Christmas decorations come from Germany, where we lived for six years.
My Mom’s china was purchased during one of my Dad’s stints in Viet Nam.
Each of my children has spent some quality time in this high chair.
My parents keep a mini genealogy right on the front of their fridge door.
This Fall my Dad made himself a whole flock of new friends as he was out tilling his garden.
Tall (Brant) and Not Tall. (My Mom)
My biggest baby and my littlest baby. sniff, sniff
From our family to yours: