Leaving Nashville the day after Christmas, hugging grandchildren one more time
Before we climb into our respective rides for long journeys home. One heads west, another
North, while we point our car south and east, full of new memories and Christmas goodies,
Enough to last until our far-flung families are brought together once again. Safe travels.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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What a great get together and lovely family!
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It was fun. Exhausting, but fun.
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I love the mismatched socks on the sleepy young lass.
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She says that’s her thing–never matches her socks. Apparently life is too short to worry about such things.
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Lovely pics, Leslie
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Thank you! We sure had fun.
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