Do Y'all Like The Ravens Or Something? {Well, since you asked...}

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

What can make me blog again?

Well, the Ravens. OBVS.

I was watching my little ones yesterday - as I shot our annual "We are a RAVENS family" photos and STOPPED IN MY TRACKS because I remembered that they were once this:

And, this...

And, then Whit grew the most glorious head of hair. And they became this...

And, OH MY SWEET HEAVENS, we got the surprise of our LIVES and our testosterone laden abode got a tiny, pink, squealing dose of this...

One year later...{AKA The Year of Bad Haircuts and Real Smiles for Miles}

And here we are today.

I pulled out my camera when we got home from church, in which we PAINTED THE TEMPLE purple because SOMEONE HAS GOT TO REPRESENT the purple and black down here. The struggle is REAL living in a city/state where red and black don't mean the Terps, but a pack of wolves. Where Carolina blue is not only the color of the sky, but of cars, t-shirts, flags, flip-flops, and underwear.

So. We proudly represent the Baltimore Ravens - the city and team that we love.

Speaking of love...

How much do I LOVE these tiny creatures?

Holly grabbed the football and took off. Which is indicative of her brothers' normal mantra where she's concerned:

She can do no wrong.

God bless the man that has to make it through these four to win her heart.

I watched the boys playing in the cul-de-sac before I went inside. Gosh, they are awesome kids.

Jason and I? We're exactly the same as we were five years ago when this photo was taken.

No wrinkles. No grey hair. Nada. Exactly the same.

{Ahem.}