I'd like to write goes something like this:
Family and Friends:
Year 9 at the Heath's began hopeful, cheerful, and exciting, as Josh returned from his Final Deployment, Alive.
We hurriedly decided to "RUN AWAY" to the beautiful beaches of South Florida, and take a much earned family vacation, where I found HONEYBELL'S (I first discovered them with my citrus obsession with Laila), the best fruit on the planet.
A friend in need called and said, please be with me while I have my baby, and my husband is gone! OF COURSE, I say. And proceed to have a GREAT week with lots of friends. Such a great week, I'm not so regular with the birth control pills... Enter the drum roll here, The Year Really Begins.
10 days without hubby, means SO EXCITED to see him. Not realizing, that not once(Colson), not twice(Hallie), but for the third time the "Lusty Month Of May", is a VERY productive one.
In June we discover the "surprise".
In the next couple of months Lucy loses her mind (and her faith in the American people), Josh loses two jobs, insurance is on again, off again, and to end the year, we land another job, 4 hours away, and are again apart.
We'd love to focus on the Christmas Season and generously pour out blessings among others, instead we've so humbly received from various sources. Thanks to all!
For some reason, sex and job loss, doesn't seem like the appropriate Christmas Letter. I guess I'll keep working on it.