I hope this letter finds you well. This Christmas, as I am typing this letter, I am looking at the same Christmas tree we’ve had for many years, with the same ornaments topping it, but with a vastly different view out of my window. In the way news spreads in our digital age, I’m sure it is old news to you by now that we moved our family to Tennessee.
Due to the move, the new job, our new family member, Sibs (who joined us on May 23), and not finding time to work in fall family pictures into this craziness, I attempted, but ultimately failed at sending Christmas cards this year (I think the first one since we’ve been married??). I gave it a valiant effort, but in 2016, it was just not meant to be. So here is a little story for you instead, based on a family photo and probably what I would have said if I did.
Every day I look at this picture that was printed and placed on our bathroom counter as decoration.
This is our one professional photo from 2016. But the truth of it is, this photo was taken three days after Sibby was born…AKA our first full day home from the hospital. Our photographer (who lives an hour and a half away) was in the middle of the move but offered to take us on anyway. Our babe didn’t help us out any and decided to come 11 days late, therefore, we drove to the photographer’s house on the last possible day for it to work for her moving timeline. On our way there, we had to stop in Indianapolis for a job interview for N. The night before, I’d had a moment of panic when I realized that I had not planned any outfits for the girls for this session, nor for myself, so the morning was spent trying to pull everything together, adjust to the newest one’s schedule, and not be a minute late to the interview.
On the way there, our our van had an issue that required immediate maintenance, N had to cancel his interview, and the photographer kindly let us show up an hour and a half late (with my hair and makeup disheveled, not to mention the girls’ patience wearing thin, and Sibby wide awake).
I tell you this story because it greatly characterizes our year: a lot of stressful things happened, things didn’t go according to plan, sometimes I found myself grossly underprepared, some systems failed us that we had put our trust in (but ultimately everything worked out)
N had a “ton” of interviews (both in IN and TN, we weren’t sure where we would end up); we had a baby; she got really sick after she was born; while she was in the hospital, we found out we were moving to TN; we put our house on the market 2 days before we left on vacation with a 4 week old; on the way home from that vacation, we dropped N off, permanently, in TN; the girls and I went back to IN to try to sell our house, I kept up with the showings on my own, and it finally sold 5 months later; we learned the ins and outs of the crazy TN housing market and bought our house in August; MG started school early August and went to live with my parents and N; we moved in as a family on Labor Day. And my head is still spinning.
A verse that became particularly meaningful to me this year was 1 Peter 5:6-7
I spent many fretful hours casting some cares upon the Lord this year, and in His perfect timing He answered those cares out of His great love. If there is anything that 2016 has taught us is that He is faithful in all things.
Wishing you (and MYSELF) a restful, PEACEFUL 2017 surrounded by the ones we love,