A personal one this time.
James is two, and boy, is he two.
He is not the boy I thought I’d have: quiet, a bit shy and bookish, happy to sit back and watch. He’s as energetic and witty and wild as they come.
I took this photo at my Granddaddy’s house. We stayed there for Christmas this year, instead of at my parents’. My mother wasn’t thrilled with this plan, but eventually made peace with it since it allowed Caroline and James more time with their Great Granddaddy. And as you can see, they felt right at home.