Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Christmas Letter 2006 “Lights and Perfections”
I love the process of fitting an entire year within a page or so worth of words. It leaves tidy what appears a mess and breaths meaning into the mundane.
Dotting the daily grind of 2006 were many bright moments: our “lights and perfections”. Craig is my brightest light. He puts in long hours keeping people healthy and happy, receiving what averages out to be $5.00 an hour and not too many “thank yous”. There is a light for him at the end of the trying tunnel of Residency as we have reached our halfway mark this month. Despite the additional demands of study and research at home, he manages to be one of the top ten dads and the man of my dreams, although his light is often the bathroom light that wakes me when he comes home from a late night shift at the “Copa” ER.
The perfections in my life are easy to spot. Craig affectionately calls Seth “Buddy”. He is our first perfection, the “greatest”, Sethie, our first born son. Also, “serious Seth” who shouts from the backseat of the Camry, “DRIVE!!”, if he doesn’t see both your hands on the wheel. He turned 3 four days before our marriage turned 5—both are thriving. He’s all boy with reports of “aggressive” behavior at preschool—that has subsided somewhat, but he is no less a stellar student. He fulfilled a life-long dream to squirt the hose of all hoses on a field trip to the fire station (anyone familiar with Seth’s love affair with water understands the significance of this opportunity). Seth Noble carries the weight of being the oldest, well. He has always been sensitive and perceptive to his world and the beings in it. We have watched those senses sharpen this year. As a parent, I can only try not to crush the perfection that he is.
Lucy is “Baby” to Craig and our second perfection. She got her wide “Tweety Bird” eyes from her mother and her wide mouth from her father—destined to be a high volume phone-talker. We love to hear what’s on her mind because it’s delivered in honey-sweet tones. She’s anxious to begin her day and see what “Sethie’s doin’. She has genuine concern for her family members and is the first to bless our sneezes and tell whoever is leaving to “Have a good time!” It has been fascinating to observe the relationship between siblings develop. My siblings are another “light” in my life. Our siblings help make us who we are.
We were thrilled to add another sister to the “diapered duo” on November 2nd, our third and latest perfection: Hazel Rae. We have already fallen in love with her sweet smelling, brown-haired head and those very BIG big toes! Her older brother and sister are anxious to transform her into another playmate and Seth asks, “can Hazel walk yet?” “Is Hazel going to talk?” Though she has disappointed in those areas, she has offered several smiles—proof that she has fallen in love with us, too. Even those 20 little fingers that constantly poke and prod her.
I am overwhelmed all over again at the process of bringing life into this world. It’s peaceful and painful all at once. It both takes the life out of me and gives me what I live for. My brightest light fills in the valleys. He calls every time he gets in the car to come home to me and sometimes just after he has left. He loves our children more than life itself and I see it in action. He is and has always been perfect for me.
The five of us trekked through the forest of Northern Arizona, starting a new tradition this year of cutting down our own Christmas tree. Craig found the perfect one. Its lights have rendered peaceful, many restless nights with baby Hazel. Urim and Thummim, in the scriptures, literally mean “Lights and Perfections”. We aren’t the brightest and certainly not perfect, but our lights and perfections translate our trials into a more lucid language, clearing our vision, enabling us to endure to the end. I am grateful for the light of Christ and His perfect example. This next year, I will turn to it more frequently to be able to see more clearly and fulfill my role in this life.
Love you All,
I know I know, Christmas is over. Just thought I'd share my annual letter and a photo between the photos, where life happens--bumps and tears.