I love our Christmas card this year and I hope that everyone who sees it gets a laugh. But part of me felt a little guilty. Sure, this year has been awful in so many ways. Still. How could I wish away a year that brought me Stevie?

I would never say Good Riddance to Ryan getting super into roasting whole chickens.

How could I hate a year that brought me a new job, changed my entire future, evolved the way I think about myself?

More importantly, 2020 brought us Tiger King. Even though it feels like it was a decade ago. It was 2020 though.

Reese learned to read.

I finally, FINALLY, got a resolution to my uterus saga. Thank you 2020 deductible and total desperation.

Ryan struggled without baseball or any “fun” things, but that also meant that he could be home with us SO MUCH.

Normally my babies are well-versed in Target runs and gym kid care by a few months old, but quarantine meant we clocked exponentially more snuggle hours with Stevie.

Quarantine works, fam. I got a cold in like August? and that was the first time any of us got sick this year.

Loney became the single sweetest person on earth to have a conversation with, no contest.

I’d never want to forget that 2020 brought me some of the most powerful spiritual experiences of my life.

We bought a house!

Reese started a makeup channel.

Ordering takeout made us local heroes serving the economy.

You see everything in a grateful new light when it returns after quarantine. The library is a treat now (and that’s coming from someone who always thought it was a treat).

Home church. 100.

I’m grateful that 2020 allowed my kids to go back to school, valuing it more than ever.

I would not be the same person on this end of the year if it hadn’t been so tumultuous.

I would not have stretched.

I would not have grown the fruit.