Sunday, December 20, 2020

Christmas Letter 2020

Beloved,

What a year! As I reflect, I can easily point to times of fear, disappointment, frustration, grief, and even devastating loss. But I can also easily point to overwhelming blessing, profound gratitude, and unexpected joy. In all things, God has been faithful. We pray that this letter finds you and yours well. Here’s just a quick update on our little family and what we’ve been up to. 

Colombo (C4) is a senior at UConn and will be graduating in May with a degree in Marketing Management. He lives at home and all of his classes have been online since March. He’s also been working from home for the same wealth management firm he’s been at for a couple of years. He and Kelly have been dating for four years. She is pursuing a degree in Physical Education. C4 is a leader in the youth group, often plays the drums for youth worship, is an avid Devil’s fan, and takes Fantasy Football very seriously. He is loyal, responsible, and witty. 

Maddy is 19 and home for the holiday break. She returned to Brea, California in September for her third year at an elite dance program, The Launch. The dance industry has effectively dried up due to the pandemic, leaving her with few options at this time. She still teaches some online private lessons.  She has gotten very close with a group of young adults that she enjoys studying the Bible and servinting the community with.  Maddy serves with the youth group and is on the service production team when she's here in Connecticut.  This year, she launched her podcast, MADsoul.  She is mature, generous, and caring. 

Nathanael, 17, is a senior at East Catholic. He got his license in July and bought himself a Chevy Cruze. He also got his first job- making Blizzards at Dairy Queen. He’s on both the school hockey and golf team, though the hockey season kickoff has been delayed. Nathanael serves every weekend on the camera team at church, which has been vital to the the congregation for those who choose the online option of service. He’s currently applying to colleges and figuring out his options for next year, probably in the field of engineering. He is laid back, athletic, and thoughtful. We call him Tall Brother, as he stands at 6’2”. 

Trevor, 14, hit a big milestone this year entering East Catholic High School as a Freshman. Real school. He also walked onto the football team, a great way to meet other kids and integrate into the community. They weren’t allowed to have a full season of games, but did manage to practice five days a week and played five games of two-hand touch. Early in the year, he joined Teen Bible Quiz and that was one of the few activities that remained throughout the year, a wonderful anchor for him with a good group of kids. He is now taller than me. He is fun, persistent, and helpful. 

Rocco, 11, is in 6th grade and is working through the disappointment of his hockey season being paused for a couple months. Rocco is a sweet presence and a joy to be around. He chooses his friends wisely and is loyal to them. His favorite subject in school is history.  Rocco discovered this year how much he likes to fish!  He constantly makes us laugh and is always the winner when we play “try not to laugh” around the dinner table. He is content, considerate, and athletic. 

Renna, 8, is in 3rd grade. She walked away from dance to play soccer and to try hockey this year, which she loves! She’s on the same team as her BFF/cousin. Since both soccer and hockey are on hold for now, I put her back into acro temporarily. That girl needs activity in her life! Her favorite subject is reading and she spends as much time as she can with the two dogs. She is strong, hilarious, and brave. Nothing stops that girl! 

Colombo had a good year of business despite shutdowns around us, and for that, we are grateful. He serves on the church board and coaches Rocco’s and Renna’s hockey teams.  Sadly, our Crossfit gym closed its doors for good in April. We have some equipment in the garage and have been doing various programs, but recently joined Street Parking, which we are both loving! 

This is our 17th year of homeschool and having only two kids at home, both of whom are fairly self-suffiecient, feels like a breeze. The last time I only had two students was 13 years ago and they were young, plus I was juggling two toddlers. Though both productions at church were cancelled and many of my ministires have simply been on hold, the time off has afforded a welcomed respite and chance to take a breath. 

Our travel was obviously limited, but we spent a week in the Outerbanks with Colombo’s extended family in June, which was a glorious way to emerge from our Covid cacoon. We also took the 3 littles camping in New Hampshire and the whole family enjoyed a week on Cape Cod. Staying close to home for the summer was a treat. We were extra thankful this year to have the pool and tried to be very intentional about sharing it with others. 

“Normal life” came to a halt in March and although some of what’s familiar has returned, most still has a layer of weird to it. It’s been a difficult year to be a parent. Our kids have shouldered some heavy stuff (around the world and in our little corner of it), but it’s a privilege to walk through it with them, teaching and training along the way. This is life. It’s not a dress rehearsal. We are so thankful for the good that came because of the pause that was forced upon us. We strived to appreciate the slower pace, enjoyed more family dinners, lots of quality time together, family hikes, house projects completed, puzzles conquered, trick-shots mastered, local businesses supported. Because of the “abnormal” we were able to view life through a different lens and to creatively make different memories. One such precious one we will hold is the day we hosted the youth group’s Baptism Service in which C4, my niece, and eight other young people chose to follow Christ in water baptism; a truly sacred day that only happened because of 2020. 

We choose joy. We choose faith over fear. We choose to rest in His loving-kindness. We are so grateful for so many wonderful memories of 2020 (including our family’s obsession with Hamilton!), grateful for our health (Covid recently hit our home, but we escaped symptom-free), and blessed by each one of you, whom we think of often and pray for consistently. 

Our family wishes you a safe and happy Christmas season. We pray that God’s presence and peace would be in your hearts and homes. We can hold joy and grief at the same time. Right now, we do. In all things, God is faithful. Christmas is not cancelled, and neither is Hope. 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 

With much love, Colombo, Amy, C4, Maddy, Nathanael, Trevor, Rocco, & Renna DiSalvatore 

(and Bauer & Phoebe) 

Check on us through the year: www.amy-lovebeingamom.blogspot.com 

And you can follow Maddy @maddydisalvatore on Instagram. 

2020

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Week 49

Week 49??!!??  What?

Monday, Nov. 30

Ninny delivered  her famous "Spaghetti Feed" to us with salad and bread and enough of it to warm up throughout the week.  The kids were pumped!  


I love rounding the corner, to then let out a squeal as Woody drops from the sky and swings toward me, dangling from the retractable dog leash.  Startling at first, but this "game" turned into hours of fun throughout the week.  I love these moments and dread the day that this is not simply routine.

Tuesday, Dec. 1st

Cheers to old pictures of toddlers with chubby hands.

Wednesday, Dec. 2nd

Quarantine made me break my own rule.  Ever since 2005 or 2006...I have held to a firm rule: NO house projects between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Re-doing the kitchen at North Elm St., along with 3-ish pre-schoolers, along with holiday shopping, and show at church nearly put me over the edge.  So, I've stuck to a 'No Projects in December' rule ever since.  However, when quarantine hit....I started Jonesin' for the paint brush again.  Why not??  I tackled the trim / doors of the laundry room, thinking it was the last of the non-white.  It's not.  I forgot about C3's office.  But now....the main house is all white!

I forgot true "before" pix.  

One afternoon, one coat, a few podcasts!
Also....when did this girl grow to take up an entire twin size bed??
Thursday, Dec. 3rd
A truly memorable evening in the most mundane of ways.  I may not even remember it specifically but will never forget the essence of it.  Day 8 of quarantine.  CDC guidelines changed to 7-10 days.  We committed to 10, but decided Chick-Fil-A drive-thru for dinner was ok.  Everyone crammed in the van.  Hyped.  We chatted and laughed.  We ordered, we parked, we ate.  We took the winding way home, taking side-streets to see amazing Christmas lights.  We screamed along to the lyrics of the music.  We laughed.  We took horrible selfies.  The kind of night where Mr. DiSalvatore leans over to me in the front seat and says, "these days are numbered".  But I was already thinking it.  And there is already a lump lodged in my throat as I close my eyes and breathe in every second of it.  Heart full of gratitude, wanting to remember every giggle, every sarcastic jab, every song belted, every detail of this magical evening.  A gift, to be sure.

Friday, Dec. 4th
Walked with Lisa, brought home a tired Phoebe.
DONE!
Saturday, Dec. 5th
Most of this is unbloggable.  Too personal.  Too difficult.  Too raw.  Hard to navigate.  Hard to reconcile.  Much too hard to say goodbye.

We took the snowy route to church for a drive-through farewell to a favorite fam who is moving on from Crossroads.  That's all I'm gonna say for now.

Our pretty yard with the biggest of snowflakes!


Our last night of quarantine.  Just, a gift.  I'm am so profoundly sad for those who have experienced death and financial reversal in the last 9 months.  Truly, I am.  We've had our own share of pandemic shrapnel, but I am so grateful in so many ways for what our family has had in the last 9 months.  This night, we gathered, we lingered, we ate.  We laughed our heads off.  Then we snuggled up by the fire and did a family Bible study.  Then my 6 children, ranging in age from nearly 22 to 8 played many rounds of hide-n-seek, each having equal amounts of fun. 
This guy was here for a couple days.  We all laughed because it literally looked like the movie.  Like, every time we rounded the corner, Woody would freeze in a "fake toy" pose to trick us.  
Sunday, Dec. 6th

We went out to eat to celebrate the end of quarantine and my birthday dinner.  We couldn't all sit at one table because that would be dangerous after quarantining together for 10 days (6 from 6 households=safe, 8 from 1 household=not safe), but hey, we were FREE!  (The boys completed two full weeks away from school, per their policy.)

It ended up being such a blessing and wonderful time together.  We celebrated Thanksgiving, just the 8 of us.  C4 and Kelly survived their longest time apart in 4 years.  We cancelled nothing!  Just think about that.  In what world would we ever be able to just hit the pause button and skip two weeks of December?  We had one Christmas party that we had to miss, but it ended up being cancelled anyway.  (Oh, to be fair, Renna missed a dance class and the boys missed a Friday youth group.)  

We are thankful it didn't spread beyond our house.  We are thankful for Dr. Fausty and his care and concern.  We are thankful for everyone who texted to check in.  We are thankful for Ninny and Papa and neighbors.  We are thankful for no sickness/no symptoms.  

We aren't sure if anyone else got it.  We chose not to completely sequester Maddy.  Number one, that just seemed mean.  Number two, we sort of took the chicken pox approach: Let's all get exposed, let's all be sick together, let's all be done and move on.  Doing this two-week thing one person at a time could drag out for 6 months for us.  No way....let's do it now.  But we're not sure if anyone else even got it.

The kids showered me in love by their words scribbled on homemade cards.



Eight years difference and a stab to get a re-do:

Saturday, December 12, 2020

Week 48

Monday, Nov. 23rd

First acceptance letter...his mom's alma mater, ECSU.


Tuesday, Nov. 24th
Prepping for our post-poned Thanksgiving for my side, I bought a second turkey.

Late night hangin'.

Wednesday, Nov. 25th
I don't have a picture.  Maddy flew in!  Hooray.  Her break this year is Thanksgiving until mid-January.  Was shocked at how empty the airport was on the "busiest travel day of the year".

Thursday, Nov. 26th
Happy Thanksgiving!

Here's the quick version of a very long story.  Maddy tested negative for Covid on Monday before flying on Tuesday night.  However, in the course of that day or two gap, several Launchers tested positive, and it was assumed that the outbreak happened as a result of their Friday night Friendsgiving.  Thursday morning (Thanksgiving) Maddy woke up with a little sore throat, but she almost always gets a little sick when she flies.  However, her roommate, Emma, texted that she tested postitive.  So that led to us feeling like we should not go to Jon and Annie's until we tested Maddy again.  We didn't want to expose anyone, especially Ninny and Papa.

After a mad rush to try to find a testing place for a rapid test, Colombo and Maddy drove over to Glastonbury 15 minutes before it opened to try to beat the rush.  They stood in line in the rain for half an hour only to then put their name on a list.  #44 in line!  Maddy got a confirmation text that their wait would be 11 hours.
Colombo pulled a HUGE favor and texted our friend from church, Dr. Fausty.  We felt so bad bugging him on Thanksgiving morning, but he sweetly responded immediately and said that he would call a test in for us at Manchester Hospital.  C3 and Maddy drove over there.  Maddy jumped out, answered a couple of questions, got swabbed, and they were back home.  

I fought the urge to admit defeat and commit myself to my bed and Netflix all day.  I wanted to just have a pity party and wallow in disappointment and frustration and 'seriously???'.  But Thanksgiving is not about pity parties.  Gratitude has a way of solving most problems.

By now it was 10:30 or so and we were supposed to be leaving in two hours, but we had no idea how long the test would take.  The nurse had done both a rapid and a PCR.  I prepped the food that we were supposed to bring to Annie's.  I figured even if we didn't end up going over, I still needed to send the food I was responsible for.  An hour and a half later (around noon), Dr. Fausty called and told us Maddy was positive.  With so much care and concern, he explained everything to us. He assured us that Maddy would be fine, explained the guidelines for a 14 day family quarantine and household transmission (only 25%), and told us everything to watch for.

I won't lie, I had a mini meltdown.  The diagnosis itself induced a little fear and utter disappointment in cancelling both Colombo's family that day and my family on Saturday.

I quickly fixed my attitude, though.  C'mon, Amy!  It's still Thanksgiving with so much to be thankful for. Your family needs all your domestic skills today and it can still be a special day, just the 8 of us.

So that's what we did.  I literally had everything at the house for a big meal because of my plans to host Saturday.  And Colombo did a front porch food swap with his brother so they'd have the stuff we were responsible for and we, in return, got some rolls, corn, and stuffing from them.  Colombo said, "What about cranberry sauce?"  I dug into the pantry to find two old cans- one expired, one perfect for the day!

We spent some time discussing how our family would handle this- the rules, if/how to sequester Maddy.   So many angles.  So many unknowns and conflicting information. Thankfully, we didn't have to call the school to contract trace or anything else like that.

I spent most of the day in the kitchen while the gang watched football and chugged enormous amounts of punch, intended for Saturday.  It was weird, but it was nice.

I took a 10 minute break and got to hang with my boys for a few minutes.
A little front yard football...







All that work and then as were sitting down, one child was opening a bottle of sparkling cider and it exploded all over the table.  Sigh.  Had to fix my attitude again.
Family movie: Remember the Titans
In the end, a very lovely day!  Not how it was "supposed" to go, but so lovely.  It was a gift to have just the eight of us.  It won't always be that way.  Full belly, full heart.  We truly have so much to be grateful for.

Friday, Nov. 27th
Lisa was brave enough to still walk with me.  We stayed more than 6 feet apart and I wore a mask, which I totally regretted later...felt like crap and was convinced I was coming down with Covid!  We missed our normal turnaround at mile 2 and went too far, but got to see this tree along the trail, bringing all the cheer!

We decided we could responsibly get our Christmas tree.  It would be outside and no interaction with anyone.  On the way, we stopped by the Cours to distantly wish Amanda a Happy Birthday and to borrow a couple puzzles.






We took the first one we saw, but not without walking all over the farm just to be sure ;)  The smallest tree we've ever had.
Started a puzzle.  These two helped for about 2 minutes and then they were gone.

Saturday, Nov. 28th
Love the Shutterfly memories that pop up.  Their first Road Race; they were so little.

Watching Daddy run the Road Race.
We played a family football game.  4 v. 4 works out well.  
We decided if too many screens were part of quarantine, that we'd do a theme- true story sports movies.  So this night we did We Are Marshall.  Renna pulled her (didn't even know it was loose) tooth in the middle of it.

Sunday, Nov. 29th
Facetiming with Sienna got Renna through quarantine.
Still doing outdoor church.
We had many people call and text to check in on us and offer to help, but Ninny and Papa really stepped up and took my grocery list for the week.
Clearly the kids also put in their requests!
Six hours, eighteen minutes total time (over three days) to complete this one by myself.