Well? Did you have a lovely weekend—filled with festivity and what-not?
My weekend was quite full, actually. And—as all years—I now recall why, exactly, I want to get preparations finished by the first of December. After that, I just haven’t the time!
All the same, I had plenty to warm my heart … including the Tuba Christmas. It takes place each year, at our capital’s rotunda. A Christmas tradition, we go to cheer on my dad, snap photos, and take in the deep, boom of tuba’s at play. It’s a grand affair … though, I must admit, this year I missed the little old man, who played his little old tuba, festooned with lights.
Now with another weekend behind us, I’m looking forward to the arrival of family. In just a few short days I’ll be able to attack my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew with hugs and kisses–I’m so excited! Seriously. It’s a bit insane.
They, on the other hand, may not be so very, very thrilled. The idea of traveling with a toddler for 22 hours has a funny way of putting a damper on the excitement. That said, you may want to send up a prayer … or twenty.
And with that, I’m off to take inventory; but I leave you a few snapshots from Tuba Christmas, Boise-style …