Our latest letter to our nephew Steven in Brazil. Merry Christmas, Elder B!
Holiday greetings to our favorite missionary!
Hope your Christmas time summer is going super awesome.
Here we are at yet another FHE, striving to choose the right and write you a letter. It's not like we WANT to be the worst pen pals ever, it's just that we ARE the worst pen pals ever. Hoping for improvement, but as you know, there are no guarantees in life.
Life here in Las Vegas is as stimulating as ever. I like to tell people a fib that we have put all of our children in gambling school. That's just a fib. And I tell it to people. But I try to always include a wink, so I think they mostly know that I'm kidding. We do like it here. Uncle Double B loves it, because work is awesome. The kids love it because school and church are awesome, so they have lots of good friends. I love it because it is only two hours away from home and not 18.
Tonight we drove to the race track for family night, because they have this enormous Christmas light show. We stopped for In N Out (which we all know will be in heaven) and even got hot chocolate at the light show. I guess you could say that Uncle BB and I are the best parents ever.
Benson kept saying "Uncle Tony" the whole way home, out of the clear blue sky. It was super cute, if only I could include a voice recording so you could hear how cute it was and then you could agree with me that he's probably the cutest kid in the world. It's pretty chipmunk-like -- "Tooony." Your Dad would probably be pretty impressed that Benson is randomly practicing his name, but that's just a guess. I've never asked your Dad how he feels about people practicing his name. So I can't say for sure.
Uncle Double B wanted to tell you Merry Christmas. He is still hoping you are having a good relationship with beans and rice. You are special to Uncle BB. I guess we are kind of having a competition about which one of us finds you more special. Just know your scores are high at our house.
KJ has another orchestra concert this week (I'm sensing a theme here). He loves orchestra but hates math. He's missing a mathematical chromosome. I know this, because I'm missing the very same chromosome. But, I can tell you what a gerund is! So, that's pretty good.
Olivia would tell you how life is going, but she's getting Benson some milk. That probably tells you all you need to know. She is as full of service as her Dad. My two best examples. She is a smart cookie and loves school.
Katelyn hates school. She is also a smart cookie, but is under the impression that school was invented purely to torture small children (that could be true. I don't know. I've never asked). Last week before Christmas break, though!
Benson is still two, still terrible, and still adorable. It's amazing the balancing act that happens there. He is my constant companion so we're pretty tight.
I'm good -- I have a new calling as a Relief Society counselor, and I love it super much. This is just a small segway from my long and illustrious career in the primary.
Elder Steven Benjamin, you are in our every family prayer. We love you very much and are so hopeful that you have a Christmas to remember out there in the mission field!
Love, love, love you!
Your (Clear Favorite) Aunt Marie, Your Nice Uncle B, Your Teenage Cousin KJ, Your Social Butterfly Relation Olivia, Your Unusually Stubborn Young Friend Katelyn, And The Hulk.