We went to San Marcos to the annual Sights and Sounds of Christmas in the park on the river. We walked around, looked at lights, and ate WAY too much junk. It was hot but pleasant.
An open love letter to my kids...
As a divorced dad of 3 young children, it is difficult to imagine that my kids aren't going to ever actually remember living with me. Maybe one day this can help them see the kinds of things we did when we were together.
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