Dear Family and Friends,
This is our (well, Rebecca's version - Nick can claim it if he wants to) Christmas letter. In good Christmas letter tradition, we will attempt to show you how awesome we are. Here's the play-by-play of 2008.
Rebecca started a new job in January. Nick now has possession of evenings at home without screaming, crying and gnashing of teeth. Nick got promoted and now holds the workload of two people in his hands (muahahaha). Rebecca also got a new car. Which we picked up from the dealer the day our house was broken into and a day before our third anniversary. Good times. So, thank you to those of you who sent us financial acknowledgement of another wonderful year of marriage - you helped pay for all the fees of getting new birth certificates, tracking services on our social security numbers and three services checking any activity on our credit. Thankfully, no one was hurt. They took our Wii but left behind the small device that actually makes the Wii work with the TV. Ha ha! Small victories. They also ate all our ice cream Snickers bars - who does that?
But, back to the car. We got a Honda Fit. That's right, we're trendy. The squirrels in the engine are only a drawback when you're trying to go from 10-75 mph merging onto I-77 in rush-hour traffic. Nick continues to count the number of times he's almost died. He's blown by double-digits and is well into the hundreds. In all other respects, it's a great car. Rebecca's waiting for the day she can drive it underneath an 18-wheeler - it might fit (pun totally intended).
Nick has had ample opportunities to count near-death driving experiences because Rebecca has been driving him to work since he tore his ACL in August. We've done the tour of hospitals in the area and have single-handedly paid for every doctor we've come in contact with to put in a new pool at their house. Nick is progressing quite well and is seriously most concerned about riding to work with his wife driving. The early stages were challenging, but thankfully Nick was on drugs for most of it. Many thanks to family members who came to take care of him while the wife escaped to work.
The stress pushed Rebecca to the limits, and she jumped out of a plane for her birthday celebration. You don't really know stress until you're falling 14000 feet towards a rapidly accelerating earth. That puts everything in perspective.
Now we're reaching the conclusion of the year. We bagged a record-breaking 62 bags of leaves in one weekend, and Nick's job is on the line.
So, to wrap-up: new job, promtion, new car, house broken into, three years of marriage, torn ACL, potential loss of job. The year truly has been wonderful, and we are very blessed (and awesome).