I hope you all had a happy, merry Christmas day, filled with family, friends and love. We’ve just had another joyous celebration with our daughter, Rebecca, Harvey and 2-1/2 year old Alastair.   Regrettably, I took very few pictures the entire two days.
Christmas Eve was spent with Harvey’s family, who seem like our very own. At Carol and Alan’s absolutely gorgeous, huge, decorated-to-the-nines country home, we enjoyed a delicious supper of gumbo, homemade slaw, special bakery bread, fresh strawberry pie and bread pudding. Our son-in-law Harvey grew up just outside New Orleans so it’s no surprise that his mother has significant expertise in Cajun cuisine, not to mention everything else edible. The company was as good as the food.
Alastair wore his Christmas suit and was, of course, the star of the evening, shining for his adoring grandparents, 89 year-old great-grandmother Ruby, aunts and uncles.  Why didn’t I snap a shot of him charming Ruby or showing everyone how high he can jump? Why didn’t I take a picture of him alone in the music room playing (well, hitting the keys) on his grandmother’s baby grand piano? Or pulling back the curtains to examine the electric candles and the outdoor lights? I missed so many photo ops. Continue reading
