Christmas is almost here!
That means it’s time to spend priceless moments with family, eat way too much food, and pretend to like presents that are actually pretty weird. For me, it’s also a time to be thankful for the wonderful miracle of Christmas. It’s a time to celebrate the birth of Jesus and the fact that God took the form of a human (who sometimes wore tuxedo t-shirts) to restore a severed relationship with humanity. Slightly less important, I was able to overcome a severed relationship with the gym and fit into these Christmas pants:
(They will be appearing at one of our church’s Christmas services this Sunday. Hopefully they do not rip on stage.)
I’m also thrilled to announce another Christmas miracle!
I got a new pair of shoes!
I don’t think I’ve ever loved something so much in my entire life. (Sorry, Amanda, but I’ve got to keep it real.) Infinite thanks to my thoughtful, incredible, and talented friend Paul who spotted these fly Sperry kicks at DSW and knew I’d love them. Although finding something as beautiful as those shoes is a miracle in and of itself, the price Paul paid for those bad boys makes getting those shoes the biggest miracle in DC since the Redskins actually made the playoffs last year: