christmas story

we had a good one.


I felt like the few short days of holiday were stuffed with people and food and presents and activities. 

and that's a good thing, right? 

we ate tamales for christmas eve. 

thomas gave me the gift he's been excited about since easter [almost]: a record player. 

my brother scott made me an end table out of old pallets. 

we watched "a christmas story" for my first time, and I loved it. 

my grandma and I picked kale and swiss chard in her garden. 

I slept in. 

scott and I wrapped ourselves in layers of blankets and laid outside on christmas eve, looking at the stars; "staring into space", he said. it was maybe my favorite part of the whole weekend.

what did you do that was special?