Something about the holidays really brings out the dork in me. I do my best to stifle it all year long (although I think most would beg to differ), but come December the dorkiness starts to emerge. I start to sing out loud to Christmas music in the grocery store. My red sweat socks make their debut, and my latest Christmas faux pas, I made my family match at our church Christmas party.

When I pulled out the matching scarves with a big smile and wide eyes, Greg gave me the eye roll and the sigh. And then he put it on. I giggled. Jackson even wore a santa hat. While I thought our family was adorable, Greg couldn't help but feel like he just walked out of a singing and dancing Gap commercial. And unfortunately he was not alone in his observation. Several members of our ward made comments about his scarf. He complained-- my wife made me do it; I'm taking one for the team; i know it's ridiculous. But I know he secretly liked the attention.

So here is the family picture that will go down in infamy. And for the record, he continued to wear the scarf post picture. He either really loves me, or he is a big dork inside, just like I am.