So the trip was a huge success. I’m talking fits of laughter, clapping and cheering and spontaneous dancing in the kitchen. We ate amazing food (if I do say so myself), played in the snow, watched Christmas movies, colored, read, decorated cookies, soaked in the hot tub and just really enjoyed each other’s company. Even Heath had a rockin’ good time day two after we introduced him to Fireball Whiskey. He was feeling so good he threw my sister in the hot tub with all of her clothes on. After threatening to do the same to Rob, Rob voluntarily got in the with him. I later learned they set up some sort of obstacle course in which they would roll in the snow three times, run to a tree and then run back into the hot tub. I’m pretty sure the neighbors were thoroughly entertained by us. That or really scared.
I know this is going to sound really sappy, but there were moments when I felt overwhelming love for my family. I’m serious. I really like being with these people. We have our issues and don’t always see eye to eye, but everyone came together for this trip. And I’m serious when I say that spending a holiday weekend with my family was the best gift I’ve ever received. We’re strange and some of us (Dylan) decapitate gingerbread men and turn the gingerbread house into a zombie house while others of us wear our pants pulled up to our boobs (Heath), but we’re funny as shit and know how to have a good time.
Here are some pics Rob took that capture the moments perfectly. Not that you want to see a family slideshow, but, well, too bad.