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2020 recap

Here's a recap of 2020 for us. 

photo credit Rachel Lacy

As Charles Dickens wisely penned, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." This year has been unforgettable because of the contrasts. Each month has been filled with highs and lows. I haven't chronicled each of them, but in a nutshell:

January was awesome because K went with me to Universal Studios in Florida. This girl has read the entire series of Harry Potter books like seven times. That's a lot of reading.  For her birthday last December, she got one huge gift: a one day ticket to this amazing place.  (I'm glad we seized the opportunity during the winter. If we had waited, it would not have happened!) Just for context on how much she loves HP, after we moved to Texas, I bribed her with getting her ears pierced. She got her ears pierced when she was 9 and 3/4. 

We have an awesome memory for January, but most of the month was really lame for me, because plantar fasciitis was awful.  It took months for my foot to heal, and finally all these months later I can walk without worrying about my foot. But the lesson here: healing takes time. Life is filled with wonderful things, but challenging things too.

February was fun because S was part of a massive Eagle Scout Court of Honor. This deserves an entire post of its own, but his Eagle project was for Kyle's Place, a home for teenagers. Their parking lot was in need of fresh paint, so the Scouts restriped it.

photo credit Clairissa Cooper

March was awesome because A loved her birthday and the simple, joyful celebration at home. And then quarantine.

April was awesome because of Easter, but lame because I had a kid at Children's Medical for EIGHT long days. I'm happy to report that appendicitis is treatable even when the appendix has ruptured. But it was traumatic for K and trying for us; the silver lining was the outpouring of love from my village. My friends brought cookies and dinners and visited us in the hospital. I was truly humbled and blessed at being the recipients of such love and prayers.

May was lame because I was feeling super chubby. I decided to try a modified version of Mark Fuhrman's Eat to Live program. You can survive anything for twenty days, right? Well the main take-away here is that I needed to increase the quantity of fruits and vegetables and beans in my life.

June I can't even remember. At least we have a pool.

July was hot. We cancelled our trip and didn't attend a family reunion in California. That was lame and I made N miserable for the whole week we weren't there.

August: Norm and I celebrated Twenty years together!!! Also in August we finally had a glimmer of hope that school might actually start, and the kids and I decided to drive to Utah. It was awesome to have a teenager help drive, wonderful to see the mountains again, and we had a lovely time with extended family and a handful of friends. If you're reading this and I didn't visit you in August, please don't take offense. We had a very short bucket list and only a few days before we had to return for band camp. Remember that saying about opposition in all things? It was a serious bummer that the wildfires in Colorado wrecked our plan to see my aunt on the return trip. I guess you can't have everything.

September was virtual school, and when "in-person" began, my schedule catapulted into crazy. I feel like a ticket agent on a ferris wheel, because I just send people out the door and greet them when they return, all day long. But I love it, because I've had time to hang out with my kids one on one in ways that were impossible in a different season. One week I took K to lunch with me. I gave her a $10 budget and told her she was the boss.  So she decided to eat leftovers at home with me for lunch, and spend the entire budget at Swirl, trying lots of goodies in their baked goods case. A girl after my own heart.

C finally got to take the SAT, and he did well, and he turned 18. My biggest kid is almost all grown up! If you want to read my thoughts on my baby being this big, you can read here.

Happy Thanksgiving! I love that social media turned lovely for a week with #GiveThanks. On our Thanksgiving card we chose one word: GRATEFUL. We are so grateful for a roof over our heads, for food on the table, and for health and strength.

I spoke in church last week; here's my take on Isaiah 51:3 and how the Lord transforms a Desert into a beautiful garden. "For the LORD shall comfort Zion, he will comfort all her waste places, and make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody." 


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