It's Never Too Late For Now.

Our holiday season was lovely and it's high time I mention it.

We spent a few weeks in Utah visiting family and friends. It was a little strange to be in Utah without intent to head to my hometown. But with Mom and Dad in Korea, we were the lucky ones that got to snatch up my sweet sister to join the festivities with us in Payson. Seriously, there were mobs vying for her presence and we won.  

No winter trip to Payson is complete without some sledding. Usually we hit the hill at the school, but somehow we wisened up this year and walked right out the front door to the hill at Noah's parents' place. Right outside = easy bathroom access. Brilliant.

The hill was deceivingly treacherous, made even more so by Gus - who saw each sled full of barreling inertia as a force to be reckoned with. The afternoon was a fine object lesson in the principles of physics. What will happen when Josh and sled traveling 7mph at a 45 degree decline meet 100 pounds of charging chocolate lab? Now we know.

The antagonist.

I submit the following as evidence I am incapable of making a non-obnoxious face when I sled.

One of the highlights of the holiday was dipping chocolates with Megan and the Rileys. Homemade fondants, fudge and caramels are a family tradition started by my Grandma, passed on to my Mom and now being mastered by Megs (the other Furniss sisters have learned as well, but I think we all readily admit that Megs' are a cut above. Also, I should admit that this Furniss sister doesn't actually make them. That would only be a force for evil in my hands.). It was such a treasure to have my sister share a Furniss family tradition with my Riley family. This memory really is this color in my mind's eye.

And Megan's no dummy. She knows the fastest way to win over kids. "Yeah, really - stick your hands in the chocolate."

She also taught them everything she knows about basketball. Which is lots.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.