Kissing cousins? Yes please. Please enjoy these cockle warming snaps of sugary family snugs.
Evan has the rare privilege of returning home for the holidays to the very same house he grew up in. Sure, the decor is updated, the basement is redone, and his old bedroom is peppered with antique stuffed bunnies and cute wicker baskets instead of action figures and sport pennants. But! We sat beneath the now majestic trees that he planted as a boy scout, (the whole street is adorned with the handiwork of troop 325) we exhausted scenarios with the Sesame St. clubhouse and Potato Heads, and pawed through mounds of the same Legos the two brothers built ships and bloody battles with in 1984. I delighted in the pictures of my baby husband tucked in corners and the beautiful claw foot bathtub upstairs and eating from his childhood dishes.
We have just returned from an epic road trip to visit Evan's clan in good ole' St. Louie. Why is it that Austin is so bulldozer happy that we don't have any historical buildings?? Downtown St. Louis is absolutely crammed with lovely old structures dripping with vines, elaborate moldings and character. The fixer-upper in me thrilled and tried to wrest free of reality at the sight of so many sad houses begging to be transformed.
