Across the calendar a line of Xs stand upon the dates that we have kissed goodbye. Each line an ending, a memory, and one step closer to hugging someone at the last possible minute. The year goes out with a bang, just as it arrived. It spends its last week ...

On the way home from Grandma’s house the boys sang their own songs the entire hour long ride from Portland Dad on Vimeo. Share this on del.icio.us Digg this! Post on Google Buzz Share this on...