I had the pleasure of riding to and from the UP in the backseat with Little Man – I know, I’m a dork, but I don’t yet trust either C. or X. to be alone in the backseat together. In any case, it gave me ample opportunities to take several pictures and learn different features with my new camera. I thought this was just too cute!
Click the picture if you want to see it bigger!
When I sat down to write our annual Christmas letter, I got the itch to do something a little different. So I carefully crafted a poem that chronicled our adventures this year. When I proposed both versions to G. he preferred the traditional letter. I agree there’s a lot left unsaid in the poem version, but I still wanted to put it out there. I do know that I have a handful of people still waiting for their card (I’ve never claimed to be perfect!) but I thought tonight was as good a night as any to share. I’d love to hear your thoughts, so please, post a comment! If you want the traditional version too, let me know and I’ll get that posted as well. Which reminds me…is there are an etiquette rule for Christmas card lists? Meaning, if we don’t receive one…ever…from someone, should we keep sending ours? Just wondering….
expectant
excited, we rang
in the year
waiting, worrying
wondering how we’d
change.
we walk in, the last
time we are two
our home, the cocoon
time stands still
I see hours I’d
long since forgotten
why not write e-mails
at 3:15am?
security
lost
trusting
in
God’s plan for
our lives.
We wait. We pray.
With hope, we
slowly adjusting
to our newfound roles
we fly
we share
celebrating an academic
accomplishment
savoring summer
through family
picnics, perfect flurries
and hammock time
we relax.
we fly
again
at night, delayed.
we run
we make it
we learn, we connect
we think about
the memories made
we camp
we mourn and celebrate
his life
counting our blessings
and allowing our memories
to keep us company.
we run
sweat,
work, we run
and run, training
for the race
I compete
we read
write, work
and study
we manage
schedules
of drop-offs
and pick-ups.
we cherish
each day.
I fly
and miss
my boys
I revisit
and reminisce
pairing
new memories
with the old.
we celebrate
and reflect
on the year’s
worth of
blessings.
sharing joy
offering hope
accepting His gift
and reflecting
love
this holiday
season.
It’s funny because we just finished a series called Home for the Holidays at church, and last week our pastor talked about how there are so many instances when we desperately long for the comfort and familiarity of home. The message went on to explain that even though our earthly homes may not be perfect, we have a heavenly Father waiting to welcome us with open arms into His heavenly home…
I’m always amazed by God’s timing and how He allows me to hear exactly what I need, at precisely the moment I need to hear it. We just settled in tonight around 7:30 after spending four days celebrating the holidays with Garth’s family. It was fantastic to feel the energy of a big family Christmas, see C. getting lots of good Gma and Gpa time, sit back and relax and share food and fun with each other.
Yet, each night I was reminded that sleepless nights weren’t quite a thing of the past. I grew evermore fearful of what sort of crying, fussing, out-right refusals to sleep we would encounter. I’m sure it has something to do with the top tooth which made it’s debut on Wednesday morning, among the other variables that differed from his normal routine. Thanks to the help of my fabulous hubby, we survived with only a few tears shed and one dose of children’s Tylenol (the last night of course!)
Even though the bedtime wasn’t back to “normal” yet tonight, there’s something refreshing about returning home after time away. As I think about these last hours of 2007, make my resolution list for 2008, the idea of “home” will certainly be in my thoughts.
Cornwell Crew 