I hope everyone had a really lovely Christmas yesterday. I know I did.
This year, and this holiday season in particular, is kind of bittersweet.
You see, while I've alluded to it quite a bit on here-- I have yet to officially state that this is my last year in Massachusetts.
At some point, early next year, Matty and I are moving to California.
And while it positively kills me to leave my family and dearest friends, I know I have to do it. I know I want to do it. I've been within this all-too-comfortable Boston box for so long, it almost slipped my mind that I could go somewhere else.
But the opportunity has presented itself, and I know it's a decision that would haunt me later on, had I let it float on by. So, there's a lot of planning to be done. But in the meantime--it's Christmas. And it's nice to be present.
This year was pretty tough on my family. I lost an uncle, and a grandmother, in a few short months, and I didn't really address it.

But a week before Christmas, like a little holiday miracle, my cousin gave birth to a baby. A beautiful baby that arrived so perfectly and looked so content that you had to just know my uncle had a part in this whole thing. He would have been so happy to hold his first grandchild. We all took turns for him on Christmas Eve.


















Much love, from us to you.