Here are a few more precious moments from Christmas in Mississippi. My mother is like some kind of extreme, amazing, warrior Christmas gift-getter. I don't know how she does it, but we always seem to have more than anything we could have ever wanted or imagined under the tree. Charlie got a Kindle... he teared up... I saw it.
Look at Mount Everest of boxes and wrapping paper! My Dad burned it all up in the back yard and we cooked smores on top. Incredible. We also visited with MeeMaw and PeePaw (my grandparents) who never fail to hug us and make us giggle.
I like my family. Anyone else have a sore arm from playing tennis on the Wii? No? Just me? ok.