Friday, January 2, 2009
I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious. ~Vince Lombardi
Today we arrived home from our holiday exodus, a whirlwind of family activity. Tired, ready for a nap. Sometimes, the holidays can feel like a fun park ride. The one you that for months you begged your parents to take you to, waited for in incessantly long lines with people that had not taken a shower in... You pull the bar down, nervously make unintelligible comments as you climb the first hill...and 30 seconds later are left wondering, "That's it?"
A few snapshots from our trip...Christmas at our house for the first time, coloring the big cardboard house the boys got for Christmas, Merry Christmas from the Bedford police, sneaking into Bristol Motor Speedway, Cole got pneumonia again (another trip to the hospital), playing with the boys, Starbucks with my wife, three friends in the midst of divorce, time with extended family (even the Duke fan), running from wolves New Years Eve, and being home. Many of these I blogged already, the rest are yet to come.
Don't let memories fade as you drift off into post-Holiday coma, share your stories. What is your favorite memory from this Holiday?