I think I'd die without words and pictures.
Don't ask me to pick between them..I couldn't possibly do it.
Okay...go ahead and throw coffee and chocolate and guacamole in there too.
Who could choose?
Every year since we've been married, we've made Christmas pictures.
And I can tell you, there are a couple things that have been consistent through the years with this tradition....
Someone always complains,
there are always a few tears,
we can always count on one of us yelling,
and I have a different hairstyle every.single.year.
Some would wonder why I torture us through it year after year, and my answer is....
These pictures capture us...they unfold the story of our family.
I used to dread getting back the cd because there usually wasn't more than a couple decent shots for our card.
Then, somewhere along the way, I decided the "real" shots were my favorite.
There was a tee-tiny bit of complaining on the car ride to the botanical gardens,
and there were a few tears, as witnessed in the photo straight up above.
But we did have three small miracles...
No one yelled this year. Hallelujah.
Our 12 year old told us he had a blast...there really is a first time for everything.
And, Mr. Daddy-O thanked me for making this memory for our family every year.
576. pictures that tell our story together.
578. stirrings in my heart from God.
579. dinner tonight with friends.
580. being inspired by our friends' home...so warm and welcoming..full of love & peace.