Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life. -Tom Wolfe
Our photos from the Grand Canyon trip are up on Flickr. We are travelling home today so we will write more about the trip later. For now you can see the photos we took.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving
At the Mundle House for Christmas Eve, we played a fun game called Quelf. In this particular challenge, Kerri's uncle Matt had to sing a certain phrase in the styles of rap, country, opera and gospel.
Last night was the night of our friend Stephanie's Christmas Party, held at her house. I am not normally a fan of Christmas as opposed to other holidays since it always seemed a little sad and lonely, but I've been warming up to it as of late. I don't know where my social anxiety comes from, but it's nice to let down my guard every once in a while and have some good conversations with friends.
Both Kerri and my mothers came, as well as Kerri's sister (Megan) and my niece (Tristan). Although I still feel a little down around the holidays, events like these help to make me enjoy them a whole lot more.
