It's Christmas Eve and I'm buried in snow, as I should be at this time of the year. The family is getting together over the next couple of days and the kids are excited and full of energy. Christmas is a truly amazing time of the year.
Two days ago, while feeding the horses, my foot slipped as I climbed over the fence, sending me crashing down on the metal bar of the fence, bruising my ribs. Thankfully, my hero son was there to distract the excited horses and I was able to get out of the way to safety.
In reality, there was little chance of me being injured by the horses, but I'm still a novice when it comes to dealing with equine.
So here I sit, sore ribs, my third cup of coffee, listening to Iron Maiden's debut disc, and doing a little blogging.
This has been an interesting year of many ups and downs. I lost a beloved cousin to cancer. I have another family member who desperately needs to see a physician and is too stubborn and afraid to do so, and the continuing financial crisis is taking its toll on all of us. We celebrated the life and mourned the death of my wife's grandfather, who's love and storytelling will never be forgotten. There are many tales of fishing and woodworking being shared in Heaven this holiday season thanks to Grampa.
Sounds like it's been a miserable year around here, doesn't it? Well, nothing could be further from the truth. My children are both doing well in school and continue to amaze me daily with what great people they are. My wife, who gets more beautiful with each passing day, was able to purchase a second horse to further her passion for barrel racing (and giving me another animal to dodge when I get the wind knocked out of me falling on a metal fence, but we've already covered that...). My daughter now has a horse to ride along with her mom. Tonight, my wife and son will perform a song at the Christmas Eve service at church and I will undoubtedly get misty with pride.
All is well here in Andover.
Merry Christmas!
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