One of my favorite traditions for over a decade has been to sit down and try to write a REAL Christmas letter. Not just the highlights, but a few honest moments as well. It started as a joke with one of my friends, thinking how refreshing it be for people to share more than just their perfect lives that we are used to seeing on Facebook and Instagram. It would be way more truthful and a whole lot more entertaining. Last year was full of big and new things. This year has been mostly settling into them. Boring, but only in the best ways. It has been hard to write and wrap up my year because in some ways I feel like I don’t have much to say. Over the last year I have read, literally, hundreds of books but struggled to find my own words. Owen has started high school. High school. I feel like I have blinked and this tiny blond toddler has turned teen with a deep voice and shaggy greasy hair. Something magical happened between 8th grade and 9th grade because he turns in his...