I love Christmas cards.
I love receiving them, and I love sending them.
There is something about seeing the rectangular shape of a stamped envelope in the mailbox to reassure a country woman that the world is still turning and there is life beyond these fence posts.
I even love the Christmas letters, and don’t mind reading about Great Uncle Phil’s visit to Michigan to see his brother.
So some time late November, early December, I pull out the ol’ tripod, lure Country Man in with sugar cookies and Dolly Parton eyelashes…
… and then BAM! I attack. Picture time.
Two hours and ten patience tests later, we get one that will have to do:
Even with a Milo photo bomb.
Thanks to those who commented and everything; very appreciated!