Not a Missionary Post

Our blog is a good place to keep a record of missionary emails, and I finally caught up, so maybe you want to know how the rest of our family is doing?

I bet you miss my posts. Or not. Things are a little nutty at our house right now. They have been for a while. I'm still not sure how to write about it on our family blog, so I'll throw some pictures here, and maybe some words will come out.

I went on a cruise from New Orleans to Mexico in January with Karitza and Amanda.

It wasn't as sunny and warm as I wanted, but it was good.

When I returned, I served as a juror on a two-day criminal trial. The case was intense and, I found out, associated with a high-stakes civil case.

After the cruise and jury duty, I dove back into teaching seminary and keeping up with all the things. (Well, trying to keep up, which means I dropped the ball on a lot of stuff, said no to lots of things, and cried sometimes).

We celebrated Sean's 13th and Makayla's 21st birthdays.

We had a fire in the kitchen.

Andrew helped change the batteries on a clock in the chapel at the church.

Valentine's Day happened.

Basketball season finished.

I gave Brooklyn a super cute haircut and let her borrow/have my overalls.

That's about it, according to the pictures on my phone.

I'm in Philadelphia during the week with Sean while he participates in a partial hospitalization program to treat OCD and anxiety. We go home on the weekends. Rick keeps Gavin, Brooklyn, and Andrew healthy and happy at home while keeping up with his job. It's a hard time for all of us, but we're doing what we can to learn what we need to and make the best of our circumstances.

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