Small towns make for great holidays, in my opinion. Nothing to do but figure out how to have fun with your loved ones. Lucky for me, Chris has a wonderful family.
So to Merkel, TX we went.
Here are the loves of my life outside the Heritage Hall where we have Thanksgiving.
From left to right: Hank, Grant, Paige, and Maya.
Stinkers. All of them.
Stinkers. All of them.
Just kidding.
Not really. They really are stinkers.
Okay, these two aren't stinkers. Meet my husband and my nephew. My husband will never be a stinker but my nephew might.
My husband can do anything. He can work all day, then come home to help me make dinner and bathe dirty little people and feed the dirty little people and wash the dirty little people's laundry...all with a smile on his face. Oh how I love this man.
Okay, these two aren't stinkers. Meet my husband and my nephew. My husband will never be a stinker but my nephew might.
My husband can do anything. He can work all day, then come home to help me make dinner and bathe dirty little people and feed the dirty little people and wash the dirty little people's laundry...all with a smile on his face. Oh how I love this man.
He can also juggle Clementine oranges quite well.
And my nephew...this little boy has stolen my heart the way my own stinkers did. I love him so much already.
And here's my oldest girl.
A few things come to mind when I look at this picture.
1) She is made in God's image. (God must be beautiful.)
2) She whispers in my ear that Grandpa is her boyfriend. (Let's keep it that way.)
3) She can NOT put her shoes on the right feet. (EVER.)
Maya, your mommy has done you a hair injustice to publish this photo with your hair lookin' all crazy and what not. Good grief.
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