The tree is waiting to be dressed.

I think it will have to wait a day longer. Until tomorrow, shimmering friend. I promise. I think.

Ella Faye has realized the strength of her vocal cords.

And, I think, enjoys the franticness it sets in her mommy & daddy. Now she sleeps on her daddy’s chest…her nightly prelude to bedtime, we are discovering.

Mexican hot chocolate is brewing on the stove.
And calling for me.

I listed this girl tonight:

Drew

If she could live anywhere, Drew thinks she would want to spend her days in an old red barn surrounded by cornfields. Her favorite indulgence is her mom’s strawberry cake.

She is here. I love her stockings. They were heck to work with, but I love how they turned out. I’d kind of like a pair for myself.

And Goodnight.