Sunday, December 6, 2009

Sunday Confessions

Dear friends and family,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. 2009 has been an incredible year for Scott and I, and we were so glad to have you part of it.

After a year of marriage, we can honestly say it has been utter perfection. Clearly our stars were bound to align and bring us together. Our love is what Elizabeth Barrett Browning poems are made of.

Naturally you are very curious to know what we've been up to the past 12 months. Well, crave no further, I know you've been on pins and needles waiting for the post. We acquired a new addition to the family, Atticus, back in the spring. He is quite the spirited cat and brings much excitement into our lives.

Scott is enjoying his job where he works in software development. He's practically a genius. He has taken orange peels and turned them into diamond rings. Yes, it can be done, with the right equation and enough episodes of "How it's Made" have allowed him to be the Most Interesting Man in the World. Look for the replacement in the commercials in early 2010.

I keep busy cooking gourmet meals each night, following days of planning events and making the world in North Orange County a better place for everyone. My contributions are likely to earn me a nomination for Miss California.

We hope your 2009 has measured up to everything you wanted and more. Ours certainly sets the bar high and we always tell our loved ones to reach for the stars.

Have a joyous and healthy holiday season.

The Haseltons

PS-As you can hopefully see, the holiday newsletter is high on my loathe list. If it must be done, make it matter-of-fact and about sharing good news, not reinventing the mundane to sound amazing. We are all human. I'm no Scrooge, but do want to teach a writing lesson that is more about reporting and less creative with the one-uppers of holiday newsletters from the family.


Twinkle Toes said...

thank you for this. it inpsires me to go ahead and brag about my 8 year old doing calculus for fun and my 6 year old the concert pianist, and of course my near two year old is quoting shakespeare. not to forget that the child in utero will kick my stomach 3 times if i tap my belly 3 times. I just hate to have people envy us ;)

Erin said...

Hahaha, seriously! I say send it out, I'll hang it on my fridge!