Baby Emory

We got to go to dinner with Brad, Tiera, and Baby Emory. We were all seated at a booth inside, and between the children, we were all running back and forth to the restroom and to walk around. We got them to move us outside, despite the dark rain clouds, which we said we would just deal with. It turned out to be a relaxing and much quieter meal. Emory was precious, and, of course, Abigail and Ansley wouldn't let her breathe her own air. They wanted to be talking to or holding her the entire time. I am sure this is just a glance at what is to come!