One With My Oldness

24 hour vids marathons are behind me. At age 25 (almost 26) I am realizing that I am getting old. I know, I can hear the 30 and 40 somethings scoffing already, but hey, I may not be as old as you ancients but I am getting old nonetheless. One time up and down the basketball court and I'm done. I have a weekly earlobe-hair tweazing session, and my wife has found a grey hair on my head.
Weird, but it kinda feels good. With age and family comes big decisions. Big decisions aren't so hard when you're single, and they aren't even that bad when you're married. But when you have children it's a whole different story. It brings in so many other factors. Anyway, I'm not sure where I was going with this. Just grow old gracefully and welcome responsibility as God brings it.

Cutest Patriot

Grandma Workman made this sweatshirt for Noelle for Christmas.

Noelle walked! (sort of)

I swear that Noelle has walked, but you're gonna have to wait for the pics! I swear to do better posting regularly from now on. Don't give up on me!