So, it was recently brought to my attention that I never blogged about our Christmas card; this was mostly because I had approximately 12 cards that were addressed and *almost* ready for the post office, except that in between the steps necessary to put the freaking stamp on the envelope, and drop it in a mailbox, I caught ADHD--all while holding out hope that I *might* actually be able to Jedi mind trick this last batch of Christmas cards into the local mail system. Jedi mind trick FAIL.
When February rolled around, I became all self-conscious about it, which is 10-flavors-of-ridiculous, because we all know I am hoarding a 4-year-old ponytail and a crotch squirt bottle--so who am I REALLY fooling with this etiquette-schmetiquette anyway?
{Just kidding. I am really fooling the type-A, prissy side of my schizophrenic personality. Do you have one of those? Feed her donuts and tell her they are fat free, she believes ANYTHING.}
So anyway. I'm kind of proud of last year's card...even though we are at the half-way point to creating 2012's card. I love it so much, that I am not willing to let it go by unnoticed, and I like to call this a shout out to the 10 of you who might think you are dead to me. Rest assured, you are beloved and I can send you a pack of progesterone suppositories to prove it. {I'm talking to you, Jenn Johnson, the Murphys, the Guthals, my Aunt Betty & Uncle Herbert...and 5-7 other people I can't quite recall off the top of my head. One day, you shall receive a new pair of mesh birthing undies and THIS Christmas card, and you will understand it is only the purest gesture of ENDEARMENT.}
But without further ado. The Denckhoff Christmas Card, 2011.
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Merry Christmas, family and friends!
As is our style, we are publicly reflecting on 2011 and thanking God that (by some miracle) all four of our children have survived to enter all-day school--BOOM. Lest we forget our humble beginnings, this seemed rather unlikely back in 2006, with a three-year-old, twins that were walking/threatening a head inury on an hourly basis, and a newborn that was likely to swallow a Barbie shoe.
Instead of fashioning diapers out of shopping bags, this year's challenge was to move out of our house, to being putting our time and money into things we are passionate about, and to stop pretending we are the kind of couple that will ever use a bread machine. {Edited to note: I just can't quit that bread machine.} We are waiting to see exactly where this dream lands us, as we are STILL waiting for our house to sell--however, we have high hopes (and expectations), that 2012 will be the year where we reunite with our DVR, and regain the ability to pause live TV, once again...And yet, in the midst of moving and its chaos, we still managed a one-month vacation in Hawaii, where we *accidentally* cured Josh's eczema. It's true that God works miracles everyday, perhaps not in the housing market, but through individual TVs & movie programming on a seven-hour-flight with four kids, AND the healing of flesh wounds. We spent four weeks visiting family and playing on the beach and catching sea stars and NOT screaming because the salt water BURNS our skin--and it was magical.
Upon returning to St. Louis, Mike continued as puppet-master of Savoy Properties, Sara began a *lucrative* career (translation: volunteer position) as a novel writer, and the kids began their first year together in the same school. The universe just has a way of working these things out, as the effort is used to take to juggle the daily carpool schedules of THREE different schools is now helpful--nay, VITAL--to surviving four tired children, a Flat Stanley project, and this year's method of torture, math homework. We are so thankful for a school that our kids really love, for the option of all-day kindergarten, and the gift of awkward school photos to entertain friends and adorn our Christmas cards.
And, of course, we are ever so grateful for our friends and family who have inspired material for our blog and helped to make this an unforgettable year. May you know the LOVE and JOY of Christ this season and throughout 2012! Merry Christmas!
Love,
Michael & Sara (approaching middle age), G (9), Big J (7), L (7) and Little J (5)
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