In fact, I was telling my sister today that I'm not even sure I'm ready to be back. Writing and stuff. Or doing whatever it is I do here. Blabbing. Posting photos. Keepin' it real.
But I am so desperately afraid of not documenting things and losing them in the abyss of my crazy head, and for some reason I feel like storing these memories on the blog just makes it all okay. Of course, if one day the whole internetz crashes and blogger loses my entire history, then I'm totally screwed. But let's not go there. Blogger Gods. Do not do that to me. I will surely die.
Anyway. Our Christmas Eve Morning is kind of like everyone else's Christmas Morning. We do our little family gifts, well, mainly we just give Emeline her gifts, sit around and drink coffee, eat cinnamon buns, and relax.
It's pretty great, actually. And here are the photos to, uh...prove it. For documentation purposes.
...and it t'was good.