Since 2005 I've written my traditional Christmas letter, it isn't a year end review of the happenings at the Davenport house hold, instead its more ….
I bounced on my toes through the kitchen, into the family room, back to the kitchen following closely on my mom’s heals. “Can we go? Can we go?” My bathing suit was rolled in my towel and tucked tightly under my arm, I was all ready to go. Read on ...
