Well here we are. Merry Christmas Eve. December 24, 2016. 
I can’t believe it.
You hear people tell you every year moves faster than the last. But you never really believe it until your kids are in school. Then it feels as though the years have flown so fast you’re grasping to hold on to this stage before it passes before your eyes. The shortest longest years of our lives, my friend says.
I have a few days off which is nice and full of baking and playing with the kids and repetitive runs to the grocery store because somehow, no matter how much I buy, I keep running out of eggs and butter.
The baby busted his head on the wall last weekend, and at the doctor on Thursday we found out he probably gave himself a minor concussion. So I’m supposed to keep him still and quiet with very limited television. I’m trying to keep a straight face, but y’all, seriously? Three first graders and the other two making it impossible for the third to be still or quiet. The doctor likened his head to a fragile egg and I keep shouting out, “watch out for your fragile egg,” when he takes off running. Why does anyone need to RUN to the bathroom? He only has one speed and it’s not slow.
We’ll have a “relatively” quiet Christmas at home tomorrow with my mom and aunt, but later in the week we’ll get to visit my dad and Bray’s family. It’s busy, but I’m thankful. Thankful for the ability to go and do. Thankful for the noise. Thankful for each family member we have another year with. Thankful for friends and a great school and job. Thankful for making it to the end of this bear of a year.
Wishing you and your family and joy and peace filled Christmas and New Year. If you could only hear my sweet girl walking around the house singing Christmas carols. Mercy, so much good when there’s been so much hard news in the world this year.
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