A Box of Letters

Years from now it will be difficult to find my recent history because most of my letters have been written in the form of emails or I have posted memories on this BlogSpot.  The box of letters I found in a trunk that has been stored for over 30 years are priceless records of our family history.  Here is a sample of one letter I wrote to my parents in 1980.  In the letter I describe trying to get ready for Christmas with three little boys ages four, two, and 3 months.  Hilarious. Thank you, Lord, for a sense of humor.

Here’s the letter:

Dear Mom and Dad,

I found baby Jesus in John’s mouth yesterday.  I noticed he was chewing on something so I did one of those mouth scoops with my finger.  Baby Jesus is a little chewed up, but I rescued him from the jaws of a two year old.  The tree is up – at least I think it is – I haven’t seen it since last Monday because we have all the doors closed to the living room.  I’m sure it looks good from the street, gracing the picture window with bright ornaments and lights.  (I think I put the lights on – it was midnight when I decided to close it all down and go to bed.)  All the other decorations will have to stay in boxes this year.  It looks like the wooden crèche will have to be packed up also – I would hate to lose the main character in a chewing accident.

I will write more soon - I love you,
Sister

Five years after I wrote this letter, another boy arrived.  He blessed our lives with more precious memories.

John was 37 years old this month, and he is still "consuming" Jesus as a Methodist minister. He is a loving husband and father, and I am thankful for the many ways he and his brothers have blessed my life.