As we step on Gram’s terrace, I’m pretty sure we’ve never looked more dapper. Except for you know, the silly New Year’s glasses, but the twins and I chose to believe they were charming.
Dad’s even wearing a tux! Mom laughs he didn’t go fancier than a dark T-shirt for their wedding. Guess he succumbed to the peer pressure of his wife and children looking absolutely bomb.
This is me, in the background. Cyril did not care for taking a picture of my outfit. Thanks bro.
Greeted by Gram, the Princess of Winter herself, whose cold-resistant shoulders Mom apparently inherited?
One picture, Cyril, that’s all I wanted. Anyway, here we go. The New Year is mere hours away!
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 