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in which i am the luckiest man in the ‘verse

Posted on 31 December, 20122 July, 2024 By Wil
"This shot is just for you guys," Pixie said, "so do whatever you want." So we kissed each other, of course.
Photo by Pixie, clothing by Clockwork Couture.

Seventeen years ago tonight, I met the girl of my dreams. A few years later, I tricked her into marrying me.

Happy New Year. I hope you get to spend it with someone you love.

Christmas time is here…

Posted on 25 December, 201226 December, 2012 By Wil

We did our big Christmas thing last night, with a huge feast, the traditional live tweeting of A Christmas Story, and the joy of being with the people you love most (which is always a good thing, but seems especially joyful this time of year.)

The kids (who are actually adults, but will always be “the kids” to me) woke me up at 10 this morning, and I was grateful for the extra sleep. It turns out that, even when your kids are adults, you still find yourself awake after midnight wrapping presents on the floor with your wife. Holiday tradition and all that, you see.

While I drank my coffe, the dogs and cats got gifts from Santa in their stockings (yes, we’re those people) and accepted them in the usual manner: disinterest from the cats, and excitement measured in megatons from the dogs. After the dogs retreated to their particular spots with their new chew toys, we opened our gifts to and from each other. If you look really hard, you can see the greatest thing in the world that Anne got me.

While my kids opened their gifts, I replayed nearly two decades of Christmas mornings together.  I remembered their joy and excitement when they got a bike or a basketball or the new Harry Potter thing. I remembered being so exhausted from staying up most of the night to assemble something I could hardly see straight, but being so happy when Ryan or Nolan exploded with joy upon opening it. There were bikes and rollerblades and skateboards and basketball hoops and remote controlled cars, and even though all of those things are long gone, the memories we built together on every Christmas Eve and Christmas Day — the joy of being with the people we love — endure.

I’m so grateful to be with my family today, and so proud of the young men Anne and I raised. All I wanted for Christmas was to be with my family, and Santa delivered. Big time.

“From Aunt Clara”

Posted on 25 December, 2012 By Wil

I opened a Christmas present that was “from Aunt Clara” and this is what was inside:

Made of fleece, and covered with little beer mugs. Perfection.

My wife just gets me.

The Wheatons Have The Phone Box

Posted on 25 December, 2012 By Wil

 

Photographed by Pixie Vision, clothing by Clockwork Couture

Happy Christmas, everybody. We hope you’re spending it with people you love.

<3,

Wil and Anne

Dogshaming Seamus

Posted on 20 December, 2012 By Wil

I’m going to have to make a category for this, if my dogs keep this up.

It isn't even his bowl.

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