the one who started it all

Christmas Day, 1990. Mom brought home our first foster baby, Amelia (whom we called Lindsey . . . except for Jared, who wanted to name her Kirsten and called her that the entire time she was at our house). I was the happiest 6-year-old on the planet. My cousin Brittany was pretty excited, too, obviously. :-) 

By the way, we're still Christmasing with family in Arkansas, so it's totally acceptable for me to be writing Christmas posts, just in case you were wondering.