We're Not Perfect and Why We're Celebrating Anyway: Courtney + Scott

It was a typical Friday afternoon in my office when I started to feel it. I drummed my fingers across my keyboard typing out emails as I felt it expanding in my mind. If it had been a physical manifestation it might have looked like water boiling on the stove. It bubbled slowly at first and then became rapid until it spilled over the sides of the pot. It was a mental itch to get out of the house, get away from the everyday routine, and it was all consuming in my mind by the time Scott arrived home. . .

Merry Christmas!

When I was young it never seemed like Christmas to me unless there was snow piling on the ground outside and falling softly from the sky. It wasn't Christmas without reading The Polar Express for the 200th time or without sipping hot coco by the wood stove. It just wasn't Christmas without the family movie nights cuddled on the couch or without Andy Williams singing from the car radio while we all drove home after a long day of opening presents with our cousins.