Picking out a Christmas card is almost as difficult as taking the perfect picture. My favorite site is shutterfly.com. You can view their Christmas cards here. If you sign up for their emails, you'll get lots of great offers throughout the year!
For our first Christmas, we forgot to take a picture! At the last minute, we had to set up the camera on the table and take a self timer photo. It was dreadfully difficult and took about 25 takes!
The next year, I made sure to have a friend come take a picture for us. We added two furbabies, which quadrupled the number of photos we had to take to get a decent one. Dogs just don't sit still for pictures. The end. Leo is totally hamming it up, but I'm having to hold Layla next to us!
When you fail to get a good shot, you always have the option to use a multi-shot photocard, like this one. Year three was a smorgasbord of our travels and adventures from that year...New York City, Hackensack, Cloudland Canyon, Metropolis, and the Mississippi Headwaters. I won't bore you with all those pictures!
Last year was probably my favorite card. We spend Christmas in Germany, and I really wanted a picture from our trip for the card, so I held off until after we got back. We got some great pictures of us in the Alps in Fussen, Germany that we used for our first New Year's card! The link will take you to my favorite one from this season's selection (the one we used last year isn't up anymore). Here's one of my favorite pics from that card:
Caroline is going to take our pictures this year over Thanksgiving. Hopefully it will be quick and painless. Most of our cards in the past have been red or green, so I'm thinking of doing something a little different. Here are a few options...one, two, and three!
If you've sent me a Christmas card since we've been married, it's hanging out in a basket by our Christmas tree. I love to thumb through them and count the blessings of our friends and family!
- Half marathon completed
- Cross the finish line and get tickets to see this guy
(This video, by the way, inspired my love for my special kids with designer genes. But that's for another post)
- Midnight show for Harry Potter
- This brand new pack of Sharpie pens from Charlie (be still my heart!)
- The presidential suite downtown
- Celebrating birthdays and Thanksgiving with Charlie's mom and our family!!!
I remember the first moment that I really LOVED baseball. It was October 1992. The Braves were in the National League Championship series against the Pirates. The series went to 7 games and I BEGGED my parents to let me stay up to watch. I remember sitting by the TV, rocking back and forth with excitement. And then, it came. The slide.
Braves win! Braves win! Braves win!!!
The next Friday at school was one of the first of many Braves parades through the hallways. And that was when I knew I loved the game. We are the Bobby Cox generation. He will always be remembered and respected. Thank you for your dedication to the game, to your team, and to the fans.
And your ejection record? Just peachy. :-)
Besides school, the other activity consuming my life is training for a half marathon! I know, you heard that right...a half marathon! I'm definitely not a runner by any means, but Charlie and I have been training. My goal is to cross the finish line in the upright position with a smile on my face and wanting to do it again! A few weeks ago, our long training run coincided with a local 10K race, so we signed up. If I'm gonna run, I might as well get a shirt for it! We had a group from school that joined us, and they were so awesome and supportive. I appreciate all the kind words and good vibes I've gotten from friends and family on this journey. It will truly be an accomplishment to cross the finish line. Here are a few pics from race day...
It's also fun "getting to know" the dancers and rooting for your favorite ones throughout the season. I normally am all for the underdog, but this year is a little different. Holy. Cow. Alex. Wang. Alex used to be the principle dancer for the Miami City Ballet. He's pretty much awesome. But no one could have predicted that he would be so good at other styles!!!
I went back to Atlanta this weekend to celebrate the boy's birthday. We met at our favorite neighborhood pizza place, where we ordered drinks and savored the sunshine on the patio while we waited for our pizza...pepperoni with roasted onions and mushrooms, if you were wondering. We went back and forth about our plans to go to the drive-in since thunderclouds were rolling in, but our fun side got the best of us. We headed down and stopped by Zesto's for a brown-crown turned upside-down ice-cream and rolled into the perfect spot for the movie.
Saturday morning was spent in glorious fashion...sleeping in and cooking breakfast for a king. We spent some time shopping to get Charlie ready to look all European on his adventures in a few weeks, and then ended the night in wonderful company as we celebrated the retirement of his boss.
Jesus, forgive us, but I'm confessing that we skipped church for coffee and soccer. The Lord must have heard our prayers since Germany came out on top. :-)
And the topper tonight came when I found out that Brooks and Dunn had to reschedule their concert...I'll be in the crowd the night before classes start! Talk about ending summer on a bang!
Each day I am reminded how truly blessed I am by my friends, family, and my sweet husband. In a few shorts weeks we will be celebrating our fourth anniversary...I cannot believe how time is flying by! Life is so sweet and so rich when you share it with your best friend!
Oh, did you catch that last one? Yep, move. One of the great things about this degree is our 8-week clinic rotations. In a nutshell, we have four clinic rotations, and we pick on a lottery system. It's very fair (and since I'm a rules person, I would know fair when I see it (-: )...however, there are not always clinic sites available in Atlanta. You know, where I live. And already pay rent on an apartment. And where my husband and two lovely dogs stay. Yeah, that place. Hence, the move. Let's call it a temporary relocation to my old bedroom in my parents' house, because, well, it's rent free. Although I will say that Charlie and I are very good mulch spreaders and wreath hangers and garden pickers and getting-stuff-off-high-shelves-and-changing-light bulbs-in-22-foot-ceilings people (those last ones are most definitely all Charlie!). So here I am, sitting in my favorite chair in my room, incredibly thankful that my parents are allowing me to be a boomerang child for 8 weeks.
I should probably change the title of this post to "Perfect Summer Weekend," but I'm just too lazy. Today was wonderful...we went to church this morning and then stopped by the Chattanooga Market. My favorite. We came home with peaches and strawberries and some amazing German rolls. We made it home just in time to fix lunch and squeeze in a game of O'Shoot before watching our 6th-ish World Cup game (sorry Caroline...the Aussies didn't stand a chance). Then Charlie and I took the dogs down to the creek, where I laid in the grass by the swing and read while they did their frolicking.
Friday and Saturday night were spent down by the river at my favorite music festival, Riverbend. Sheryl Crow opened the festival on Friday night. Last night, we got an amazing show from Alison Krauss and Union Station (who, by the way, are only performing one other concert ALL YEAR!).
The day started to wind down as I stood on the front porch and waved goodbye to Charlie as he returned to Atlanta. While I'm looking forward to my time at clinic, the days are harder when you don't wake up next to your best friend. But we are going to squeeze every bit of goodness out of these summer days.
Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love as you do...
I'm sitting at Caribou with Charlie on a Saturday morning date that cost $4.03 and included two free bagels from Einstein's (become a fan on Facebook for some great offers!) and two cups of Caribou coffee. We like cheap dates. :-) Our Saturday morning dates bring back memories of dates I had long before I met Charlie...
Every dad should date his daughter. Little girls need to know that their dad loves them. Dating your daughter sets high expectations and fosters self-esteem, self-respect, and acceptance. When I think about my relationship with my dad, I recognize that I never doubted or questioned his love for me. I knew that I was free to ask questions and make mistakes.
It's the best gift you can give them.