Looking Behind at 2014
2014 started with my husband giving me a red desk. This little desk was the permission I needed to call myself a writer and gave me both the physical and mental space I needed.
In February I was accepted to the Redbud Writers Guild, an exceptional group of female Christian writers who have graciously encouraged and discipled me.
In March I was published for the first time giving me a taste for seeing my words in print. It was amazing (and humbling) to see my story resonate with other people.
I started a series called The Best of the Month where I share my favorites reads from around the internet. I have no clue if anyone else cares about it, but I really enjoy curating the collection.
In the spring, we attended my sister’s beautiful wedding.
In August our son turned two (!!). We have so much fun together!
The next month we spent a glorious week in Florida with my eldest sister and her family and even managed to squeeze in a day at Disney.
We spent Christmas in Nebraska, but thanks to generous family members, we left Christmas evening to see my family, which is one of the happiest ways I could imagine closing out 2014.
Looking Ahead to 2015
2015 brings a few changes to our family. My husband will be deploying this year. It is the first deployment that any of us have been through, so I’m expecting it to be rough adjustment in the beginning, even though we’ve done much to prepare for it. With Caleb gone, I’m hoping I’ll find more time in the evening to devote to writing and get into a better groove of blogging as well as submitting articles to magazines.
In 2015 Caleb is also on the VML (vulnerable to move list) so there’s a good chance that we will be packing up our things and making a new home in a new area of the country (or world!).
Truthfully I’m just happy to be closing out 2014 to see what’s in store for us on 2015!
It’s one line of one verse of one Christmas carol.
It is simple in words, but heavy in meaning.
When I sing it at home, to my son before bed or alone in the kitchen, I drag out the line – it is far too important to pass by quickly.
“Born that man no more may die.”
Every time I sing it, I get choked up.
There, in the midst of a common Christmas carol, is the reason we celebrate Christmas at all.
There is the news we’ve been waiting for since Genesis.
There is the crux of our religion.
After that line, the rest of the stanza in simply jubilant:
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth,
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the New-born king!”
What’s your favorite Christmas carol?
Do you have a line that particularly sticks out to you?
The Christmas season comes is pieces. We started our shopping and wrapping at the beginning of November. We bought and decorated our tree on St. Nicolas Day. We celebrated Advent at Church and sang the traditional carols. Last week we made a countdown to hang in the kitchen.
And tonight we ushered Christmas in different way. Honoring my Italian heritage, I introduced Hadden to the song Dominic the Donkey who is, of course, The Italian Christmas Donkey.
I can’t hear this song without thinking of my grandfather, who always sang silly songs to us, and my siblings, who found this bizarre song as contagious as I did.
Hadden found it contagious too. Within a few minutes he was bouncing around the couch and hee-hawing along with the music. We listened to it at least five times in a row. Each time it ended he was already begging for more and calling for his daddy to sing along too. So. much. fun.
Does your family have any traditions based on your heritage?