It wasn’t until my baby crawled into bed with me this morning that I realized she hasn’t done it in a long, long time. As she fell back asleep, limbs askew and draped over me in the most inconvenient of ways, I vowed to touch my kids more in the coming year — more snuggles, more often. I don’t want them to grow up and away from me in these tween-and-teen years without it.
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December 25, 2022
It’s been a pretty fantastic 24 hours. Merry Christmas!
My babies are now babysitters? What is time?!
My sweetheart has been building a Christmas album for as long as I’ve known him. In fact, the first gift he ever gave me was his version of “Silent Night” delivered to my dorm room.
We are up to 22 tracks now, and I say “we” because he’s received much help from friends and family over the last two decades. Band mates, in-laws, dear friends, all six kids, and even a hesitant wife have contributed. We’d love for you to give it a listen this week! Merry Christmas.
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December 16, 2022
I surprise myself every time I reference my baby and someone asks about her age. Good gracious, she’ll be ten on her next birthday. And then we attend events like our church staff Christmas party tonight and hold actual babies and remember how intense those years were and how quickly they’ve passed. I miss those days and I love the ones I’m in now.
First snow day of the year, and we got to stay home for it with our babies. Not all is lost.
We were walking out the door, Chris and Ames and I, when we received the call that our flight out of town had been canceled. There would be no time to make it up north to fly out of Alaska in time for all of our other travel. No hiking in the desert for Ames’ thirteenth birthday, no celebrating our wedding anniversary in a new city. We will rally, but today feels bad.