Merry Christmas, dear friends, and to family alike!
(And the three random dudes who subscribe to this site.)
With plenty of patience, you're welcome to hear
all the things that our family lived through this year!
We've spent twelve whole months on the same coast, (the east),
Which is very confusing. The house that we leased
when we moved here last fall had a problem with heat.
Georgia's iciest winter in years was a treat.
We survived January with heaters and quilts.
Then in February, the baby I built
finished up his gestation and came out to play.
Malachi got to scream peacefully for nine days,
and then the event to which I now refer
as "Treepocalypse" happened- as you've likely heard.
We had a bad ice storm, which sent half a tree
crashing icily, unceremoniously,
right down through the roof in our Damien's room
with a terrible, frightening, lease-ending boom.
We moved from that town to the next in a rush
to a beautiful home with no trees there to crush.
Our two bigger kids handled all this with grace.
They've got lots of practice at being displaced,
but given the circumstance, we could not be
more thrilled at their patience and maturity.
The next several months seemed to pass whirlwind-style
helped along not a little by night shifts for Kyle.
Our firstborn completed his first year of school;
he's brilliant at math and he thinks art is cool.
And during the summer, with thought and debate
we decided to home-school, and that has been great!
Our Lyric likes having her brother at home-
it gives her more people to rule from her throne.
As you may be aware, when someone turns three,
she suddenly turns into high royalty.
She's beautiful, funny, outspoken and smart
and she dances and plays with all of her heart.
Malachi's grown the most, which is to be expected
and we've yet to find one single food he's rejected.
He's learning to walk and refuses to say
anything but "DADA," to his mother's dismay.
Kyle and I are quite boring, as we like to be.
He teaches youth Sunday School, and somebody
thought it would be an excellent joke to call me
to serve as a women's group Secretary.
They claim that the Happiest Place on this Earth
is a few hours south of us. For what it's worth,
we finished our year with a trip down to see
if Orlando could bring us some holiday glee.
And it did. But the fact is, the claim isn't true.
We had fun, we came home, and confirmed what we knew:
'14 was packed full of hard work, stress, some pain.
But as long as our faith and our family remain,
The Happiest Place on the Earth is right here,
and we'll love '15 just as much as this past year.
