October 21, 2019 Here in New Jersey!
6 years ago
Christmas 2011 letter
Seasons Greetings families and friends!
To understand this Christmas letter you need to first look at the picture included in this letter. This picture was taken in Denver, Colorado at a Natural Science museum, yet it is the very essence of the 2011 year for us. “We’re running” or at least should be from a tyrannosaurus rex . Prior to this event of meeting a t-rex, we have had practice ‘running’ all year. Such as running from the fear of heights looking over the new bridge by Hoover dam. We were running/blown out of Arches National park and into a Motel 6 in Green River; both were frightening experiences. If you don’t believe that the t-rex in that picture is real, then just hear of our other two bogus wild animal experiences. Such as our thousandth trip to Yellowstone to see ‘a bear’ (which again was a no-show by the bear). Then of course our first trip to Oregon to see a ‘whale’ along the Pacific coast was a no-show (by the whale), that is of course until ten minutes after we left Oregon, we’re informed by my parents that two whales played for 6 hours right outside our window (my eyes are rolling). So you may want to agree with us that “We’re running” from a tyrannosaurus rex in Colorado. Being the non-analytical person I am, I wanted to focus on the looks and expressions in each of our faces in this t-rex picture. That will help surmise our 2011 year for us.
First in the picture to notice is Steve, our provider and protector. He is tossing our sweet baby Sophia into the mouth of the t-rex. Every man for himself isn’t it? Maybe he’s too busy trying to run Polk Elementary or attend every freakin church meeting to realize that a t-rex is dangerous.
Next notice me (Heather). Do you see how the fake smile is fading and the knuckles on my hands are clenched? That’s a normalcy for me these days. Constantly running (late) from one Weber State, to picking up the kids or oops was I suppose to drop them off? As I’m driving to an fro, I am always trying to think of a new reason for being late so the kids know I still love them and am late (this time) because of……
Trevor! Our Mr. GQ. Now that he is officially a teenager (any suggestions survivalists?), it’s all about him. His thought was “Oh we’re suppose to be running from the t-rex, let me find my big Junior High good lookin smile”, that’ll show the t-rex ladies.
Eric-We’re not sure exactly what he is looking at. I’m guessing it is a mirror to check his GQ (yep our ten year old is acting like a pre-tween). That or maybe he thought he saw a ball and that the t-rex was interested in playing four square, basketball, soccer, or flag football before Eric becomes dino dinner!
Kayla –don’t let the face fool you. She may be looking like she is about to run from the t-rex, but after taking two steps, she’d turn around and start talking to the t-rex about what so and so wore to second grade, what so and so said, or did. She just talks, talks, and forgets the obvious.
Poor Sophia, our one year old pride and joy, is being tossed into the mouth of the ravenous t-rex by the arms of her father. Don’t let the placid look on her face fool you. As soon as she touched that wet salivating tongue of the t-rex, she’d find a way to climb out between the t-rex’s sharp teeth, and using her fingernails, she’d climb on top of his snout, in between his eyes, and alas rest on top of the t-rex’s head. Once there, she’d expect everyone to stop what they are doing and clap at her accomplishment.
Yeah 2011 has been the year ‘We’re running’. And I should add we’re loving it. We love this time of year. The hustle, the bustle, and the very core of us, our Savior’s love. How fortunate we are to be alive in 2011. God bless you all and Merry Christmas.
Love,
Steve, Heather, Trevor, Eric, Kayla, Sophia & our two angels soaring over us.
To understand this Christmas letter you need to first look at the picture included in this letter. This picture was taken in Denver, Colorado at a Natural Science museum, yet it is the very essence of the 2011 year for us. “We’re running” or at least should be from a tyrannosaurus rex . Prior to this event of meeting a t-rex, we have had practice ‘running’ all year. Such as running from the fear of heights looking over the new bridge by Hoover dam. We were running/blown out of Arches National park and into a Motel 6 in Green River; both were frightening experiences. If you don’t believe that the t-rex in that picture is real, then just hear of our other two bogus wild animal experiences. Such as our thousandth trip to Yellowstone to see ‘a bear’ (which again was a no-show by the bear). Then of course our first trip to Oregon to see a ‘whale’ along the Pacific coast was a no-show (by the whale), that is of course until ten minutes after we left Oregon, we’re informed by my parents that two whales played for 6 hours right outside our window (my eyes are rolling). So you may want to agree with us that “We’re running” from a tyrannosaurus rex in Colorado. Being the non-analytical person I am, I wanted to focus on the looks and expressions in each of our faces in this t-rex picture. That will help surmise our 2011 year for us.
First in the picture to notice is Steve, our provider and protector. He is tossing our sweet baby Sophia into the mouth of the t-rex. Every man for himself isn’t it? Maybe he’s too busy trying to run Polk Elementary or attend every freakin church meeting to realize that a t-rex is dangerous.
Next notice me (Heather). Do you see how the fake smile is fading and the knuckles on my hands are clenched? That’s a normalcy for me these days. Constantly running (late) from one Weber State, to picking up the kids or oops was I suppose to drop them off? As I’m driving to an fro, I am always trying to think of a new reason for being late so the kids know I still love them and am late (this time) because of……
Trevor! Our Mr. GQ. Now that he is officially a teenager (any suggestions survivalists?), it’s all about him. His thought was “Oh we’re suppose to be running from the t-rex, let me find my big Junior High good lookin smile”, that’ll show the t-rex ladies.
Eric-We’re not sure exactly what he is looking at. I’m guessing it is a mirror to check his GQ (yep our ten year old is acting like a pre-tween). That or maybe he thought he saw a ball and that the t-rex was interested in playing four square, basketball, soccer, or flag football before Eric becomes dino dinner!
Kayla –don’t let the face fool you. She may be looking like she is about to run from the t-rex, but after taking two steps, she’d turn around and start talking to the t-rex about what so and so wore to second grade, what so and so said, or did. She just talks, talks, and forgets the obvious.
Poor Sophia, our one year old pride and joy, is being tossed into the mouth of the ravenous t-rex by the arms of her father. Don’t let the placid look on her face fool you. As soon as she touched that wet salivating tongue of the t-rex, she’d find a way to climb out between the t-rex’s sharp teeth, and using her fingernails, she’d climb on top of his snout, in between his eyes, and alas rest on top of the t-rex’s head. Once there, she’d expect everyone to stop what they are doing and clap at her accomplishment.
Yeah 2011 has been the year ‘We’re running’. And I should add we’re loving it. We love this time of year. The hustle, the bustle, and the very core of us, our Savior’s love. How fortunate we are to be alive in 2011. God bless you all and Merry Christmas.
Love,
Steve, Heather, Trevor, Eric, Kayla, Sophia & our two angels soaring over us.
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