Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! How time flies since I wrote my last holiday letter. 2018 has been a big year for our family, and I hope it has been exciting for you and yours.
Our eldest son, Lamont, had his preschool graduation last week. How proud we were! He was honoured to receive the award for “most likely to succeed at public school” and to co-share the title of Valedictorian with his young friend Persephone Huntyr-Griffin who won “most likely to succeed at private school”. We will miss Persephone next year; watching them play trivial pursuit was so endearing.
September was an interesting month, with the arrival of our third child, Timothea. She is unfortunately a little slower than her siblings and has yet to grasp the concept of time. She was not due to join us until October, and it did throw our plans awry. Fortunately, my mother was visiting for the weekend and she was able to take the elder children to their ballroom dancing lessons. I had to remain in hospital an extra day due to some complications it wouldn’t be polite to mention in our correspondence, but I’m sure you know what I mean!
Work continues to be draining and Fred is shown little appreciation for the additional roles he volunteers for, such as coaching the girl’s lacrosse team and running sound and lighting at school debates. However, he says that these are made worthwhile by the smiles on his students’ faces and the $100/week bonus provided by their parents. He also feels it is an opportunity to give back to those less fortunate.
This year we had visits from my parents; Fred’s parents; our siblings; our friend Deborah (oops! Sorry, Deb, I forgot you don’t like us using your full name!); another friend Lucinda and her two children; Fred’s second-cousins, Bert and Roger; but sadly not my first cousin Mia. We hope she’s able to come in 2019. We also spent rather a lot of time with a woman named Freya, whose sister is the mother of one of Gillian’s friends. She was the one who recommended the double bass teacher to us. Sadly, Freya has been struggling with some marital infidelity and made the decision to separate from her husband. I was able to comfort her during this difficult time.
World politics has of course been interesting, but we’ll have to leave that for another letter, as I’m ready to retire to bed. We find ourselves eating less and retiring earlier these days, and are moving a little slower. Still, as we creep toward senectitude we are grateful for good health and family, who we hope to see more of in 2019. May peace and blessings be with you!