Merry Christmas, friends.
It’s a full year. A hard year. A different year.
It’s also been a good year. A growing year. A year with travel and friends and new paths.
I’d be lying if I said I was sad to see it go though.
Bring on 2018.
But today, reflecting on all of God’s faithfulness through the ups and downs, I am utterly and inexpressibly thankful.
We made it.
We are in good health. The triplets are in 2nd grade at a school we love with friends we cherish. Bray and I both have jobs where we’re learning new things.
I didn’t write my traditional Christmas letter with our cards this year because I wasn’t sure how to write it. Harvey looms large over all of it. But we had our Big Bend adventure this Spring Break. Little man and I had our Lego adventure to San Diego. Bray spent time with each of the kids solo as did I. We had one last opportunity to hear Tom Petty for our 11th wedding anniversary before he passed away.
We have a beautiful remodel which I really will write about soon. This summer we had time to spend together at the farm and the ranch. Bray and I keep creeping further up into our 40s and the kids each had their first birthday sleepover.
They’re making good grades and love to read. The eldest is still obsessed with all things sports, particularly LSU football (he was Les Miles for Halloween). The baby is still a renaissance man with big emotions and he loves to FISH (all the time if he could), cook, play sports and engineer complicated Legos. The little lady is a great joy – all girl with American Girl dolls and dance – but also a total tomboy with cowboy-ing with the men, riding horses, and shooting hoops with the boys.
Under our tree was full, but our hearts are full because God filled a manger over 2,000 years ago.
In the words of Paul in his second book to the church at Corinth:
Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!