It was time to make the switch from a fall theme to a winter theme.

I was going to do a Christmas design but this way I can leave the current theme up longer.

I’m lazy like that.

I don’t like country music.

My wife does.

And now my daughters - my beautiful, precious daughters - have been warped.

Eliana and Karys routinely ask me to turn on the radio or play a CD in the car. Sometimes I oblige. Sometimes I don’t.

Not long after Carmi bought a Kenny Chesney CD, the girls started asking me to play that CD. In particular, a song entitled, “When the Sun Goes Down”.

Now an unspoken rule around our house is that the person driving controls the radio and CD player. So when I drive, which is most of the time, I don’t play Kenny Chesney.

Except for that ONE time when I did play THAT song and both girls sang it practically word-for-word.

They were like mini Judds. I truly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Up until now, Kenny has been relegated to our automobiles. But tonight, shortly after Carmi went in the girls’ room to “lay down” with them, I heard that song wafting out of the room monitor.

No she didn’t.

I knew I had to give Carmi a hard time about that. So I slunk across the house and eased open their door - half expecting to see them on the verge of slumber.

Instead of being in bed, all 3 girls were up and dancing around the room.

Or maybe I should say they were “groovin’ when the sun went down”.

We had some really cute ornaments on the three trees on the front porch. Until I tried to unplug the lights before bed on Saturday night.

I accidently elbowed one and they all went down like dominoes.

So Karys was outside with me a few minutes ago while I cleaned up my mess.

“Dad, you need to get that cleaned up before mommy sees it”, she said.

Which would have been a great plan.

Unfortunately I had already confessed my sin yesterday.

This story beats love at first sight. Two people longed for each other, though they may have never met. They felt connected though they may never have touched. They’d even been given the same first names, though their families were strangers. By the time Meredith Grace Rittenhouse and Meredith Ellen Harrington were finally introduced, love was almost beside the point. Their bond was more mysterious, more fundamental. The Merediths are Chinese fraternal twins who were adopted by two different American families. The girls found each other almost six years ago, when they were 4, and haven’t let go since.

Read this story on the Newsweek website.

We won’t forget!

We took a series of photos today for our Christmas card.

This isn’t the one we chose in the end but this one is really sweet.