I am trying something new this year. Instead of typing out the Christmas letter, I am dictating it to our new digital assistant, Alexa. Hopefully, this will save me some time, as I will be able to take care of some other important tasks while I update you on our lives. Yeah, hi, could I get two Big Macs, a large fry, and a medium chocolate shake? Actually, a large chocolate shake. Alexa, you’re not writing this part down, are you?
In February, we became foster parents for the first time, starting off easy with twin two-year-old boys. Eventually, we also welcomed their three older sisters into our home, temporarily bringing the number of children in our care to eight. In order to transport our newly enormous family, we bought a minivan. This made me so glad, because it has always been a dream of mine to lie in a Christmas letter about how much I wanted a minivan.
In July, our landlord evicted us for reasons unknown, and we were given just 25 days to move out. We did what anyone else would do and found our dream home on a hill outside the city and closed on it in 17 days. No big deal. Our backyard has mountain views, and our front yard overlooks a valley of vineyards. No big deal. We see deer playing with butterflies in our yard every day. No big deal. We do have the same complaint about our house that most people have though: it’s too perfect! You all know what I’m talking about.
We went camping again this summer. Anyone who knows me knows that I cannot say enough good things about camping. I had been praying that we’d get to go camping so many times this year, since I think that camping is the bees’ knees, but there must have been a mix-up at the prayer distribution center, as a swarm of actual bees (knees included) took up residence at our campsite as soon as we set up our tents. I wanted to add a couple of days onto our campsite reservation on account of how much I love free-range honey, but Christina and the eight kids convinced me that we should go home when our time was up. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Gabriel has entered the 2nd grade. The best way to sum up his 2nd grade experience so far is with this quote from him on the way home from school last month: “I wish I got bit by a lizard every day!”
Gideon is a kindergartener. “Kindergartener” is a German word that means literally “child gardener.” Due to the rising cost of college, we thought it best to get him on this vocational track towards professional landscaping as early as possible.
Gloria is three years old now. In the grand tradition of little siblings getting hand-me-downs, I’m going to reuse a paragraph from the Christmas letter I wrote when Gabriel was three: “
Gabriel Gloria started preschool ballet in September. He She also ended preschool ballet in September. We decided his her crying and refusal to attend each day were signs that he she was too advanced for school ballet. We’ll see if he’s she’s still too advanced next year.”
In October, Christina visited her sister Laura in South Dakota to get some face time with Laura’s newborn twin babies. On this trip, Christina caught what is commonly referred to as “baby fever,” a disease for which there is no known cure. Please pray for us in this difficult time.
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