Many thanks to an old friend, Kimber (aka One) for letting me know she wanted to see pictures of my kids!
First, there is Oliver. He’s four and a half now, brilliant (of course), funny (obviously), talented (clearly), and has an unbiased mother (indubitably). He also totally gets Christmas. He was telling me today all about all of the presents that he wants for Christmas, and I said, “Now, you know that Christmas is about more than just getting presents right?”
He responded, “Yeah, I know that. It’s also about snow. And candy.”
Then there’s Hazel. Her world is made of magic and you can’t help but fall in love with all of the epic cuteness. She says such wonderful things that I can’t help but wonder if she’s plotting world destruction through adorability. She memorizes the lyrics to songs after hearing them twice, and sings along with the radio she insists on leaving on in her room all the time, tuned to the local country station.
So, these are my kids. I love them. They drive me crazy, they bring out the best and the very worst in me, and I wouldn’t change them for anything in the world because they are the absolute perfect versions of themselves.