We don’t do Christmas cards. I mean who has time for that? But I really, really love getting them! Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you who take the time to write and send them to me.
Except I’d pick pictures where all of our eyes are open. But I’m not sure we got any of those this year.
Yes, my boys are a *little* dramatic and slightly manic. I was caught off guard in that one picture, but that’s pretty close to the look of disgust that’s typically on my face. And, yes, Randall always looks good. I really love my crazy family. It was a great year. I’m so glad it’s almost over. If I were to write an honest Christmas letter to send along with my real life Christmas card, it would go a little something like this:
It was a typical year. There were good times and bad times. We’re all a year older and a few pounds heavier.
Randall is still a pastor at The Crossing. He went on a looooong trip to a couple of different continents while the boys and I started school, and met all the teachers, and met my cousin’s new baby girl, and I can’t remember what else but he was gone while everything in our lives happened. It was a good trip for him. He used his Cipro to fight whatever bacterial nastiness he picked up from his first stop and he didn’t even puke once!
Isaac started middle school. It was ROUGH. But it’s getting better. We just met with his team of teachers and we have a plan to help him turn his homework in on time and be a little more responsible. If this year had a theme song it’d be this. Still, late work and all, he made the honor roll! He also started playing football for realsies. It was super fun.
Asher is another year older, but he still hides every time someone walks in the door. At what age do we need to pursue counseling for that? He has more energy than all the kids on the block combined. This year he started the process of getting braces because:
But, come on, how cute is that kid?
Me? I count everyday that my kids survive a win. I constantly pray for wisdom in parenting (that is, when I’m not yelling at my boys). My prayers often go like this, “Oh God, please give me patience, but no more reasons to practice my patience.” My days look a little different this year. My boss sold his business and my job was changing so I quit in May. Now I have all the time in the world to pursue my dreams (*cough* nap *cough*). Next year I promise to lose the weight and get my act together… Until then…
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
All our love,