Emma
“OK, you know your mission?” I asked Sophie as I helped her buckle into the backseat of Jack’s Audi SUV.
“Yes, Ems! Mission Christmas Tree!” She shoots her hands up in the air excitedly. “I wish you were coming too.”
“Sophie, we talked about this. We can’t hog Emma all the time. She’s got family too.” Jack said from the front seat, watching us in the rearview mirror.
“Well why can’t we come with you then? You’re going to have so much fun with Mack! And I want to meet your other brothers!” Sophie’s bottom lip was threatening to pout.
“Hey,” I said, still crouching down to her eye level. “You’re going to have so much fun with your Grandma and Grandpa. They’re so excited to see you! And you’ll get to spend time with your Daddy AND pick out an awesome Christmas tree to bring home! I
