Daniel and I packed up the car and headed to Tulsa this morning. As soon as we crossed the Oklahoma state line, we were greeted with this:
The whole drive looked like a painting. Daniel kept saying he felt like we were in a snow globe. We made it safely, though, and now we're sitting in Daniel's parents living room waiting on a very delicious-smelling chicken pot pie to come out of the oven.
Cheers to our first married Christmas, and finding this sweet thing hanging from the Rocks' mantle upon our arrival!