Dear 2012.

New Year's Predictions.

When my siblings and I were little children, my mom started a tradition that has lasted to this time. Apparently it was difficult for us to understand the concept of New Year's Resolutions, so she instated New Year's Predictions, where each person in the family predicts one thing that will happen in the coming year for every other person in the family. All of the predictions are written down and placed in an envelope for my mom to hide away (and impressively never lose) during the next year. On New Year's Eve, sometime during the day, we would gather round and not only make our predictions, but listen to my mom read the predictions from the previous year. Every time someone got a prediction right, they get a "bean" (aka: a peanut butter m&m). Eating of the m&m's is not allowed until the very end, when we can tally who got the most right. It is mostly funny, and sometimes a little sad, if things you hoped for yourself (or others hoped for you that you wanted to happen) didn't happen. All in all, it is one of my very favorite things my family does. Here are our predictions for the coming year:

Rachel predicts:
Dad will finish his book on the atonement, and sell it to the highest bidder. (Also, what happened to the red letter Book of Mormon book?)
Mom will get a new job in Provo, so her awful (sometimes snowy) commute will be over.
H will record music again. And watch Lannegan at least twice.
P will convince H to have another child (because they make such beautiful ones). But my real prediction for P is that she will sell her knitted goods (possibly on Etsy).
J will finish whatever novel he is working on at the moment. (I think it is the youth one.)
S will name her daughter Jane, and J will call her Django when S isn't looking.
Cu will write at least five chapters of her book.
D will not buy his children (and/or wife) any more weapons.
L will get offered a full-time job at the school, and can quit her night shift job for good.
Ch will get another promotion at work.
R will do something cool during the summer. I.e., work at a library, participate in Richard Bushman's seminar, or learn Danish in Minnesota.
Sp will get Best Thesis. (Everyone pray for this.)
Sa will get to move into the house of his dreams.
V will get a full-time lawyer job, and can likewise quit her night shift job.
The family will celebrate Christmas all together at Cu's house.

Spencer predicts:
Dad will get a teaching or art job.
Mom will get a promotion.
H will go skydiving.
P will get a Harley Davidson. (Rachel adds that she'll ride it while wearing her black leather jacket, and pink tutu.)
J will get a movie contract for his book.
S will actually have a boy. The doctors were wrong!
Cu will benefit by someone moving into her ward that is just as dedicated and just as creative as her, that can help share the load.
D will find a million dollar mansion in Arizona for a hundred thousand dollars!
L will learn Spanish, and meet a handsome muchacho.
Ch will get a different job.
R will get pregnant.
Sp will get his first commission in China.
S will ride a camel this year.
V will become the boggle champion of the world.
The whole family will get to go on a sub-orbital weightless adventure.

Christmas Day.

What better thing to do in Amelie's Paris than take photobooth pictures?

R + S: A Year in Review.

Spencer designed our Christmas card this year (inspired by one AJJ). As you may see (possibly by clicking the card below for a more legible version), we have had quite the adventurous year. We can't wait to share many more adventures with the ones we love. Joyeux Noël!
 

Hunt Family Christmas.

I have been thinking about traditions a lot lately. Maybe because this is my second Christmas away from home in two years. Maybe just because I am nostalgic by nature. Either way, my family's holidays are rich with tradition. Some are just from when my siblings and I were small, small kids. Some have continued to this day.

+Advent calendar. (My mamma made it, many years ago. It is a tree with velcro ornaments. The first ornament placed is a star. The last is baby Jesus. Placing either is an honor).
+Setting up the nativity, piece by piece.
+Getting the Christmas tree.
+Drawing names, but not ever keeping it a secret.
+Caroling to neighbors/friends. (Each child got to choose one friend's house, and would be the presenter of the cookie platter.)
+Muppet's Christmas Carol.
+Grinch.
+Graham cracker houses.
+One million cookies.

+Reading the scripture story.
+Acting out the scripture story. (Cumorah was always Mary, which left the rest of my sisters and I as shepherds. Lia and I would braid our long hair into beards.)

+My mother reading a children's Christmas story.

+Singing so many songs together. (Many celebrating Christmas. Many celebrating Bob Dylan and the Band.)

+Christmas pillowcases. (Made by my granny with love.)
+Matching pajamas. (Formerly made by my granny with love. Each year had a theme, and each grandchild would walk down the stairs to model them.)
+My grandpa's train set.
+Poem to Santa, Christmas Eve.
+All of the kids sleeping in the same room, or at least the same side of the house as we got older.
+Not being able to sleep.
+Charity reading The Christmas Box.
+Lia sneaking out to look at presents.

+Waking up to the sweet smell of wassail. (That smell for me is Christmas, more than anything else.)
+The youngest child cutting a ribbon to enter the Christmas tree area. (Everyone else gathers round, and there is a requisite picture.)
+Poem from Santa, Christmas morning.
+A table bedecked with treats.
+Sausage, hash-browns, hot chocolate, wassail, toaster strudel breakfast.
+Pez.
+Almond roca.
+Sees candy.
+Sees suckers.
+Opening presents. One at a time/youngest to oldest.
+Nicknames on labels. (Real examples from the real past include Madam Librarian, Philosopher Queen, and High Jumping Hottie.)
+Family bowling. (No one is good. No one. But we do it as a family every year, twice a year: Christmas and Thanksgiving.)
+Watching a movie at the theater.
+Playing basketball/volleyball at the church.
+Ham and turkey dinner.
+Eggnog punch, red drink, rolls, mashed potatoes, shrimp, crab salad, etc.
+Crackers, sharp Kakuna cheese, and sausage.
+New Year's predictions. (Instead of resolutions.)

+More.

What are your family's traditions? And, if you are in my family, what am I missing?

Solstice in Paris.

I spent the longest night of the year finishing a 40 page paper and walking to the Eifel Tower and back. The walk took over four hours, and lasted until 3 in the morning. The paper took many more, and lasted a semester/intense week.

If you ever want to read about Søren Kierkegaard, Regine Olsen, and their life of sacrifice, I'm your girl.

Joyeux Noël, from the City of (Christmas) Lights!

Letter pressed.

My dear friend Leland printed my invitations at his letterpress shop, Rowley Press. I could not have been more pleased. (I was also pleased with S for designing them, and Ash Mae and Carl for inspiring them.)

I met Leland when I was a baby sophomore at BYU. The place: his house. The reason: Sunday crepes. How: he was already friends with Meg and Drew, two people I loved dearly. I didn't know it at the time, but that day would prove an inspiration for me. It a) helped me develop a long lasting friendship, and b) gave birth to my own Sunday Crepe Nights, several years later. When I was still in Utah, Leland and I had many clubs together, most notably Hot Chocolate Club and Churro Club. They were as legitimate as can be. Additional things to know about Leland: he builds a mean chicken coop and has fixed bike problems for me about a million times. He loves C.S. Lewis, the history of milk, letter press, and Dar Williams' After All.

And the drum roll please....

The dear winner of the Shabby Apple dress contest is none other than Samantha Soucy. (Spencer did some sort of computational geometry to keep it fair. It was too fancy for my blood.)

Samantha is lovely and kind, and was both of those things in a not-so-lovely and not-so-kind Cataloguing Class at Simmons College, during my years of Library Science school. I will forever be grateful for her friendship during that time.

Congratulations, Samantha! The dress will look perfect on you. (As does this baby:)

To all those who did not win, please accept my sincerest apologies.

Psychic hugs.

What do you do when you read the saddest, most beautiful words you have ever read, and you start crying late at night because they are not fiction, but real, and the person you suddenly most want to hug is on the other side of the Atlantic? Please tell me.

All of the love I possess goes out to a friend, a girl, with lovely brown hair and a bad eight months.

Love LA.

(AKA: the first of a flurry of belated blogging.)

Sometime in the summer, my lovely sister, Liahona, and her very precious daughter, Ede, drove S and I to our old home of Los Angeles. (We had driven our friend's car to Utah for her, and were semi-stuck.) Lia rescued us, in more than one way. Not only did she drive us the ten hours, she took our engagement pictures for us. The very day we got in. Pre-shower. Pre-unpacking. Pre-anything. We stopped by Spencer's house first, and walked down the street to the Disney Concert Hall, so he had the full gamut of what he could wear, but not I. How do I compete with a man in a tuxedo? :)

Thankfully for me, we took more photos the next day. Post shower. Post me seeing a pretty place in Beverly Hills, and asking if we could pull over. I am counting my lucky stars the answer was yes.

The last two are my favorite favorites. That Liahona, she is a champion.

For Winter.

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you,
like the winter that has just gone by.
For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter,
that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive. -Rilke

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. -Camus

When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter. -Phil

Shabby Apple Giveaway Extravaganza, Part II

I'm not really sure how I got to be so lucky, but I received another email from our friends at Shabby Apple about the possibility of giving away a free dress/skirt. And since it doesn't take much work from me, and one of my dear friends comes away a winner, I thought, "Why not?" Why not, indeed.

The low down, for anyone not aware of Shabby Apple is this: they make dresses. Pretty (women's) dresses. Pretty much any dress I own, that I like. (See my last blog post on the issue.) Now I think they also make skirts, and perhaps even aprons, but I am less familiar with those.

The winnable dress:

It is called Waimea and with its ocean waves, it is about as far away from dreaded winter as one could hope. To be entered, leave a comment, like their fbook--you know, those good things. The drawing/winner will be posted on Sunday.

Also, I have a goal to be a blogger again. And with marriage/bike trip crusades/and European adventures, I have some pretty good stories to tell. I even started reading books again. Real books.

Wish me luck!