McCoy
letter 2014
Two years ago when Jason was out of work was
definitely our most memorable Christmas.
No comparing being ding dong ditched when you are the one in need being
helped. And that doorbell kept ringing
all month long. The mail box delivered gifts from angels…which is basically a
testimony of what good judgment we have in friends and what neat families we
married into. And then on Christmas
morning Santa elves brought more presents for each kid. Being the recipient of such kindness left a
mark on our soul. I used to sit thinking
of who must have given to us, the month long string of Christmas miracles. But the greater gift is not knowing because
then you are nicer to everyone because it might have been them. (I better find out in heaven and until then,
a big hug!)
That was eventually resolved and Jason did a stint
of contract work for a while, which had an abrupt ending in March of this year.
While not Christmastime, our angels
still found us, but this time in the form of Leprekauns who spoiled our kids
with 17 boxes of the “good kind of cereal” and milk dropped off at our
door. And a mail-delivered package from
one of my favorite cousins just for Luke who said that good cereal was the part
that he was going to miss most when dad is unemployed. This is also when Jason
was asked to be the early morning seminary teacher for the youth ages freshman
to senior which is essentially scripture study at 5:50 a.m every school
day.
Through another miracle that unemployment time
didn’t last very long (and I’m sure a blessing from being teaching seminary)
and Jason kept working til the last possible work extention deadline was
looming this December. Having doors
close we tried not to panic and have learned to trust in the Lord that He would
deliver. And He did.
So this Christmas we are grateful with Jason now
working full time for the mouse (Disney). We can see how God was moving pieces
so that we could get to this point.
Life is good.
Life is still good when it is hard.
We know that there are lots more challenges than jobs, but that has been
the way that God has shown us his miracles this year.
We worship Christ as our Savior and know He loves
and cares for everyone in the world. He
is the gift at Christmas and oh how we are grateful for it! He has given us
peace and comfort that can come no other way.
Much love and a big hug from all of us in the McCoy
family.
Jason,
Brooke, Luke, Darby, Baylie, Paisley & Ivy crazymccoys.blogspot.com
And let it be noted Paisley does her own hair and is very particular about it.
Ivy – age 3, has a bit of a
reputation at church for, ya know, world domination, so we are very grateful
for her teachers there and at preschool since she has been gifted with extra
personality and speed. I also love
seeing her boss around our beloved dog Rusty.
Ivy’s food tastes better if she eats it while sitting in your lap. She also loves to say all the prayers.
Paisley – age 5, waited to
start kindergarten this year and while it makes life busier I’ve really liked
having her home for another year. She
loves doing hair, especially if it’s a pony and is very particular about how
her own hair should be done. She was
also excited when her feminist-ish mom broke her no Barbie rule by finding one
without removable clothes. She also loves
Frozen anything and prefers Elsa over Anna since they have matching hair.
Baylie – age 7, has been
gifted with her mothers height (and personality - beware!) and the biggest news
is that she finally lost her two front teeth just in time for Christmas. Baylie is the first kid to wake up in the
morning and has perfected the storm out of the room skill. Baylie started piano this year and is the
only kid tall enough and not chicken to go on Tower of Terror at California
Adventure.
Darby – age 9, wakes us up
in the night to tell us she finished her book which is always a fun thing when
they get hooked. Who knew her artistic demeanor
held a soccer beast! It’s fun to see her
want to clobber something besides Luke.
Our neighbors also know that she started the trumpet this year in the
school band and just learned how to play the Indiana Jones theme song on the
piano which rocks. She is also slower
than a snail in the morning.
Luke – age 11, loves his
beautiful sisters and the big news is he is finally taller than his mom (when
should we tell him that I’m really short?).
I have decided 11 year old boys are the greatest since I get endless
hugs and compliments (except Sunday morning before church, still working on
that). He still loves flag football and
eating and eating. And books. Send recommendations our way! We like anything Brandon Mull, the book
Wonder, and Rick Riordian.
Brooke – I love being a mom. I love God and my church. I tried eating healthier this year and
enjoyed that and also enjoy not eating healthy too. Balance right? I love when my family eats the food I cook and
when I eat food I didn’t cook. This year
was a doozy for me, but taught me to take more control over my happiness. And to swear.
Jason – besides what you
already read, he definitely likes teaching the teenagers at church even if it
cramps his night life and he is looking forward to catching up on tv shows and
movies during Christmas break. Jason is
definitely the kids favorite, maybe cause he is gone a lot or just needs to be
meaner? We taught the kids this year how to play a favorite
board game, Settlers of Catan, so we are officially good parents.
5 comments:
Thanks for the "gift" you give each time you write! Thanks for your family's wonderful examples of being "real" while living and appreciating life to the fullest - no matter the challenges. You make me want to be better, do better, love deeper, and keep trying. Have a wonderful Christmas! I am so blessed to know you and through you feel the hope, love, charity, and joy that our Savior desires for all of his children. XOK
Swear?
I love this! Merry Christmas! We love your family!
Love your Christmas letter and all the Disney pics. You guys are one of my all time favorite families, that's for sure.
Love you and your family!! Merry Christmas!! Wished we were with you!!
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