I love this time of year, when a simple walk to the mailbox brings smiles instead of just bills.
When we were first married, I could never seem to get it together enough to get Christmas cards out. Once we moved to Florida, about 3000 miles away from most of our family and friends, they became more of a necessity. And then they became something I found I really enjoyed working on. By September, I had the starts of the letter rolling around in my head (yes, I'm one of those people) and was thinking about clothes and sites for taking pictures.
This year, I'm kind of feeling guilty as I make that walk from the mailbox with cards in hand since we decided not to send cards to save a little bit extra towards our move home.
As I've played around with the Christmas letter in my head, it's been a little depressing...
After the amazing highlights of our cross country train trip with my parents in June and my brother's wedding in September, we realized this fall that we would lose our home. Even better, we found out Tom's position at church was being cut to part time, making it no longer viable for him to continue to work there and we'll be making the move home - with no job - to live with my parents for a while.
Hmmm...just not the sort of Christmas letter I want to recieve!
(and please note - I'm writing in a spirit of humor, even if it's a little dark. As a friend recently said, "In this situation, you've got to laugh about it or you'll want to slit your wrists." Again, probably a little dark, but I think there's some truth to finding a bit of humor in a bad situation.)
Instead, I'm planning on sending out a card when our photos are done and Tom's got a new job. Sort of a really late Christmas letter/new address card.
Until then, I've been enjoying our last few year's cards...
2007 - they look so little!
...and I can't wait to see where the next one will be taken!