I have to keep repeating it to myself to believe it. Sometimes things just don’t make sense.

Jonathan, we miss you terribly.

The best gift that we could receive is the opportunity to spend the day (at least part of it) with family. The Smith’s left just after lunch to make part of the drive home, but not before we got to share an amazing brunch and some Valentines exchanges.

All of the parenting literature says that you have to read, read, read to your child. Good thing that they don’t suggest that you drink, drink, drink; or we would be out of luck.

Ezra and I spent a day last week catching up with some folks that we haven’t seen in a while….and it was somewhat convenient that one of those stops was by a firehouse. I had to really convince Ezra to go inside to hang out (note the sarcasm). Scotty took the photo and e-mailed it over today.

For the first time in nearly forever, everyone was able to work their schedules to have the same free night….and we took advantage of that by having our annual Family Christmas gathering. Music, fun, food, and two photos:

For the first time in what seems like an eternity, all three of us enjoyed a three-day MLK weekend together. It was filled with friends and goodtimes, accompanied closely with sickness (all three of us having some stage of a cold and/or fever). We also went up to Denver to participate in the annual MLK Marade (march and parade). It’s one of the largest in the US and this year the numbers are looking even up from other years….I have seen estimates in the 30,000 range. The marade got started a little later than we expected, so we were only able to participate for about a mile before peeling off for some lunch. We were able to build a meal in at Watercourse before heading home for the afternoon series of naps.