Happy new year to all you bloggy good friends who have probably stopped reading this poor excuse for a blog long ago. It’s been a crazy year with a lot of successes and failures. Failures like not keeping this blog updated regularly and other things that I don’t want to talk about but my kids might discuss with therapist one day.
Okay, maybe not that bad but I realize more and more every day how imperfect and unworthy I am. Looking at how amazing my children are turning out makes me so very thankful that God picks up where I fail.
So enough about failures. Let us now talk about successes.
I got all nine of my children through another year without losing any of them and I owe that to the amount of head counting we do around here.
We made what we are assuming will be our final military transfer, bought a house that just happened to fall into our laps, which also happened to be our dream house, and now we have a 14 foot table that comfortably fits our entire family. It’s the small (or large) things, people.
Kait is almost 20(!). She’s moving up the ranks at Chick-Fil-A and is pretty close to owning the place. She is a working fool, that girl, and Chick-Fil-A has been pretty good for her. Also, having an almost-not-teenager-anymore daughter is weird. Cool, but weird and I am learning how to be mom to an adult better all the time. Sometimes it’s painful that she isn’t 10 anymore.
We (as in Rabbit, not me) taught another teenager how to drive and we now have two licensed drivers in the house. Joe(16) has an honest to goodness picture ID that says he is legal to drive and a job and his own pickup and is so close to finishing high school that he can taste it.
Both Gabe’s and Matthew’s football teams made it to the playoffs and that was pretty fun. They are looking forward to the next season.
The younger kids are just being kids, growing like mad and learning life.
Rabbit likes his job as a T-6 instructor, got himself an old Ford pickup that was in great condition (his words not mine), hit a deer with a plane which took out some landing gear function and he almost had to eject but used his mad pilot-y skills to save the plane and his life and his student’s life instead, and now he’s making waffles.
I learned that just because you own your dream house does not mean that you won’t find rogue pairs of little boys underwear in odd places like on the book shelf or behind the TV or in the shoe closet. It does not mean the walls will never get dirty and finger smudged, and it certainly does not mean you will never step on Legos in the middle of the night. It also doesn’t mean that you will have a sudden bond with your neighbors and they will never cut down your 6′ high hedge fence when you’re not looking.
Owning your dream house does mean that you get to own your dream house, which is a pretty big deal. It means you can paint your kitchen however you like. It means you can decorate more permanently and change mirrors and flooring and window treatments to your heart’s content. And it means you don’t have to wait for the maintenance guy to show up to repair a sparking light switch or a leaky pipe.
It’s been a good year for sure. And crazy. But when is it ever not crazy around here? For realz.
New year’s resolution status: Done. You’re welcome.
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