All good things come to an end, and 2017 was no exception.
After a long hot summer of pregnancy, we were blessed to have our fourth child- who happens to be our first child so full of compassion that she graced us with her presence a week early. It was in that same spirit of cooperation and grace, that we all quickly realized that there can be no baby more universally adored than this sweet baby girl.
We welcomed Elizabeth Ann into our lives August 13th, weighing 7lbs and 11oz.
It was only a few weeks later that we found ourselves celebrating the 2nd birthday of a handsome fellow affectionately known as Rowdy. It’s hard to believe he’s gotten so big.
As if that weren’t enough, October came around. October used to be a wonderful month that we eagerly anticipated throughout the year. But I’m afraid that is no longer the case. To be more specific, our Samantha Bean, as she was once known, turned 8 this year. 8! I know that many of you have children who have reached ages much older than that, but I am going to ignore how young some may think 8 years old is, and enter a period of mourning due to her becoming what we call “giant.”
After three birthdays in three months, we traded in cake for candy in a Saintly Halloween celebration. We attended the trunk-or-treat at our church and a couple days later walked the neighborhood. Samantha was Mary with baby Jesus (and Snow White when we walked the neighborhood), Ronan was St. Francis of Assisi, and Cormac was St. George. Elizabeth was content to just be the cutest pumpkin in the patch.
November brought with it a new tradition which briefly turned our world upside down. Samantha was in her first production of the Nutcracker. She was a soldier and got to spend enormous amounts of time rehearsing and then performing Thanksgiving weekend. It was an unexpected delight for me to find myself in the midst of such a production. I loved every minute of being behind the scenes and getting to help other mothers as we banded together to continue the 46 year tradition of Augusta’s Nutcracker. Samantha worked so hard and did a wonderful job.
December, of course, was a blur. A birthday for Matthew and the beginning of Christmas for us all.
We enjoyed the season, but now that it’s over, I’m thrust back into that sad but so happy feeling that overtakes me at times, reminding me of how blessed I am, how wonderful my children are, and incredibly fast time goes by. As I sit here, contemplating the nature of it all, I thank God for His goodness and the gifts that He has given. I’m so glad to have so much more than I could ever have deserved.
Thank you all for the love that you have given to each of us, and I hope that everyone has a blessed and wonderful Happy New Year.