A Yorks Christmas picture is worth a thousand words. . . ?
I don't know if that's true but you are getting some pictures and highlights from the Yorks Christmas.
We begin the Yorks Christmas with a 5-hour flight. There is a point where the free seat for a child under 2 just sucks because they are way too big. It doesn't help that our daughter is built like 21-month-old space marine.
From North Carolina to Washington State. There is nothing I miss more than the water, the seagulls above, and the Mt Ranier deciding to get cheeky and peek out.
The best part about the holidays is the magic of seeing a grandchild with her grandparents.
Oh. . . and the magic of bringing Frosty to life and then devouring him. This picture is the only remaining evidence that could corroborate our interactions with eaten, err *lost* snowman.
There aren't words enough for some magic but needless to say we are excited to bring another little girl into this world. As a guy, I'm officially outnumbered and I think it's high time I spend inordinate amounts of time splitting wood and other manly things before I lose all my testosterone.
Zoo lights. Bees. Time with my girl. You can't wrap these moments and put them under a tree.
This guy is on my hit list. I don't know who he is but he had the gall to put his arm around my beloved bride, to make candy cane hearts, and even offer her the chance to sit on his lap. Yea, this means war. . . and it raises questions, like, should I embrace the dad bod?
Ok, enough silliness. We had a fantastic Christmas and I hope you enjoyed yours as much as we did. I'd love to hear about your holiday adventures. You can reach out to share at email@example.com
Live long, and May the Force be with you!
P.S. That saying is purposefully wrong ;)
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