fire. football. feast. family.

In our continuing miniseries of what a difference a year makes, I had all of these this year.  Last year I thought I had everything but fire with my girls.  Peace was an acceptable substitute.  Then the angry texts and calls, demanding our appearance to entertain and accompany.  Forced smiles.  Joy.

Hold on, because now it gets bumpy.

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