I’m sitting here in front of my computer, hopped up on migraine-fighting caffeine and with a slight fever, so this is bound to be the best Christmas letter I’ve written in a long time. You, of course, are thinking, “How many years has it been since you’ve sent Christmas cards? Of course this is the best letter you’ve written in a long time!” Touché.
McH is still working for The Great Mamma Corp. Kind of. He’s an associate director with OneBulb, and he keeps telling me he’s not in IT anymore but now works on the business side of things. All I know is that anytime there’s some kind of OneBulb IT outage, he’s on the phone, or the computer, or both. Seems pretty IT to me. We think our time with The Great Mamma Corp. is probably coming to an end soon, but last Christmas we thought we were moving, so who knows?
I am homeschooling kids. Still. For at least four more years. Maybe five. I’m not saying I’m burning out. I’m just saying that after 15 years of no promotions (unless you count my husband giving me the responsibility of more dogs and horses and God giving me more kids), no raises (unless you count my husband not questioning my Amazon spending), and no upward mobility (unless you count no longer changing diapers and wiping noses), I won’t mind “retirement.”
A~ is 20 now (next year is probably the last socially acceptable year to share her age, no?) and a junior at BYU where she is majoring in English, double minoring in editing and family history, and working for the BYU family history department. She promises to find a job and settle close to us after graduation if we leave Canada South.
L~ is 18 and a freshman at Utah State where she is studying wildlife management and working in a Clydesdale barn. We figure we can get her back after college as long as we provide horses and/or a place to keep them. She’s easily bought.
Midge is 14, just got her braces off, and is in 9th grade at the local public school, which is as much of an adventure with the third kid as it was with the first and second. After high school she plans to go to BYU or somewhere out west, probably, and study something. She’s only 14. I’m not worried. Yet.
Tank Boy is 13, doing 8th grade at home, and very much looking forward to public school next year so that he can finally play football. Hopefully. Our schools aren’t much for academics, but they are ate-up competitive about football. His current interests are Magic Cards and working out, and he’ll shank me in my sleep if we ever move from this area.
Quinn is 10 and doing 5th grade at home. He loves when we manage to take a trip into town so that he can play Pokémon Go on my phone. His favorite pastimes include Play Mobile adventures with his slightly younger brother and spending time with his family of stuffed cats. I don’t know what he’ll study in the future, but it won’t shock me when he marries a spinster.
Spuds is also 10 and doing 5th grade at home. Every now and then I want to yell at him that he’s going to drive me to drink, but instead I sigh a little, smile a bit, and tell him he keeps my life interesting. Now, when he meets new people and they start asking him questions about himself, that’s what he tells them: I keep life interesting. He is very much looking forward to wearing his Christmas fedora to church this year.
We hope this letter finds you and yours well, and pray that 2018 brings an abundance of blessings.
The E. Family