so many days spent wondering what to do - and being reminded that there's not a lot that you can do in a town this size.
today as we prepared to leave to celebrate Christmas on the Conlee side -we attempted to take a family photo. we should have all expected it to go the way it always does. several failed attempts due to my brothers lack of cooperation and inability to stand still and smile long enough to capture a moment in time.
fully knowing that we were taking a family photo in front of the Christmas tree - Blake comes out of his room wearing an over-sized knitted yellow sweater and a comb over. laughter was all i had to offer as words seemed far from fitting. what a goof.
after three outfit changes, and time running against us, we finally captured this killer photo.
last night my brother and i were leaving in his truck - and before making it out of the driveway we had spun over 360 degrees and dodged the snow plow and a couple of trees, landing us in the yard. after realizing we weren't moving without a push, i opened the door to get out and help - and fell on a sheet of ice and slid under the truck. it was pure comedy.
today our little cousins came out to go sledding in our small dusting of snow that hardly covers the ground. many wipe outs were had. i was sitting in a sled when unexpectedly my brother pushed me from behind, landing me at the bottom of the hill, creaming my 9 year old cousin who was laying at the bottom. after bailing from the sled i looked back to see her face covered in snot and snow. only moments later i was walking up the hill when that same little cousin came flying at me in a sled, taking me out from under my feet.
finding life and joy in the small things as i embrace this town in the time spent here.
laughter and belly aches have been the overflow of many moments.
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