I love it.

We have a new Christmas tradition.

After all the presents are open, all the food is eaten, and lunchtime begins to drag into the late afternoon and evening – we go to the movies!

Mom thought I was crazy when she heard me first suggest this.

I think because neither one of us grew up doing it much.

( I did it a few times in high school.)

It feels like a very urban thing to do.

Surprising is how popular it is.

We didn’t pass more than a few other cars on our drive to Alamo Draft-house, but their parking-lot was certainly full when we got there.

We watched Spies In Disguise.

I am going to look forward to this every year.

I love you.

-Dad

A few nights ago, during church PNO (Parents Night Out) mom and I tried to watch the new Martin Scorsese movie, The Irishman.

Mom didn’t make it. She fell asleep and we barely make it halfway through the film.

Growing babies is hard work apparently.

But, really. How would I know?

I mean, I’m tired. And I didn’t do much of anything today (but read and write).

I can’t want to fall asleep watching movies with you over the next 60 years.

I love you.

-Dad

We went to Carol Of The Lights last night.

We parked at First Baptist Church and walked to campus, as is our tradition.

Well, mom and I walked.

K, you were pushed in a stroller. And H, you rode on my shoulders.

It was fun. But between the cold and the waiting, ya’ll are nearly too young to go.

We are invariable there for less than five minutes before someone begins complaining.

It doesn’t help it’s bed time.

Y’all did enjoy running and playing under the covered breezeway of the administration building. We walked over to the Preston Smith statue on the other side and I think I got the question “Is this guy dead?” no less than a dozen times.

We finally said oooooh and ahhhhh when the lights came on and then headed back to the car.

Our hands were cold, but the shower sure felt good when we got home.

Mom joked that one day all you girls would want Starbucks before going to the ceremony and I would complain that a “free” event was costing me $20.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it costs me $30.

I love you.

-Dad