Anyone who knows me at all knows that "the Britt's" are very important to me. They treat me like a daughter, friend, sister, and (because I am) a cousin. The only time I have ever seen Key cry was at my wedding rehearsal when she said that I had been a mother to her children. So needless to say, I cannot imagine my life without them. Those of you who don't know "the connection", here it is: T.C. is my Daddy's 1st cousin. Key is his wife. Crump is their - gasp - soon to be 20 year old son. Wilson is their 17 year old son. Mary Key is their 10 year old daughter. Mary Key (and my aunt Mary Rose) is where I got the "Mary" for Mary Peyton.
I was going back looking through pictures and thought I would post these from Mary Peyton's 2 Christmases (is that how you spell that?). Hopefully we will continue the tradition of taking a picture of "all the children" on Christmas Eve. Can't wait to see the changes over the years! Britt's, I love you!
p.s. Crump does not always have that much hair on his face, but considering Christmas falls during duck hunting season and he loves to duck hunt, I guess he will always have that on his face in our annual picture. Not that I like it, though...
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