He carved pumpkins with the kids while I was gone. Apparently Kirsten helped. This is a picture of the pumpkin on the kitchen table.
When I came in the house tonight, late, there they were in a row, electric flickering candles inside them in the dark living room.
I was delighted.
Here's a picture with flash. Flash is overrated in life.
This was on my camera, oh.
And this is my living room now, oh.
love you kids so darn much, and your pumpkin'-carvin' father too. Mom
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