I've been sick for the better part of 3.5 weeks. Between the madness of the holidays and tending to the plague as it came, left, and came back, I haven't been up for much writing.
We had absolutely lovely holidays. The magic was alive in Elden and we got to spend a lot of time with each other and our families since my company closes from Christmas Eve to New Year's each year. It was so wonderful hearing Elden yell, "woohoo!" each night as we cuddled and I told him I didn't have to go to work the next morning.
My diet has been going well--I've lost over 10 pounds now. I'm proud of myself for sticking with it and learning some discipline and self control.
Things with Jon have been quite lovely, actually. We had hit a rough spot late last year where we were neglecting each other in the ways that are most meaningful to our spouse. It took a few weeks but we've really made progress on loving each other well and Jon's patience with me is a constant reminder of why I fell in love with him in the first place.
We had an inside camp out after Christmas. Elden lasted approximately 15 minutes before requesting to go to his room. He's definitely his father's son.
I made a giant sandwich for our small group New Year's party. No offense to my kids, but it's one of my greatest contributions to society to date.
Edith doesn't like her snowsuit. I bet you didn't see this post going in this direction when you first started reading. I'm really trying to be more half full lately.
We've booked a family vacation (our kids' first time at the ocean!) for June that I'm beyond excited about. Jon and I are dreaming about making our house perfect for us. We may take steps to grow our family. I have a great feeling about 2016...