2025 in Pictures

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One of my favourite parts of Advent is working my way through our family pictures for the year to choose which ones will be promoted to our annual Christmas album. This year was no exception. It’s a project that gives me the chance to reflect on what all happened over the previous twelve months: the exciting, the unusual, the monumental and the magical. The exercise invariably requires support from the girls to help fill in the blanks: where were we that day? Whose birthday was that? What the heck is Charlotte even doing in that picture? Without fail, I leave that process amazed at what all can happen in a year and feeling filled with gratitude. As we seem to say every year: its been a heck of a year!

The big story of the year was our renovation. After countless meetings, dozens of spreadsheets, 3.287 billion tiny decisions (seriously, how can there be that many shades of white to choose from?!), more than a few trips to the bank, and a single tree that refused to comply with our drawings (which stated veryclearly that it should not be standing where it has, in fact, stood for at least a hundred years), we have our new home. We moved in in August and have been loving it. Charlotte has made full use of her new loft, we’ve cooked some excellent meals in the kitchen, and the new mudroom has dutifully contained most of the organic matter that finds its way in via kids’ boots and dogs’ paws. It’s a beautiful place and we’re beyond grateful for it. More importantly, our marriage survived, though I don’t think either of us will tempt fate again! Please consider this our open invitation to anyone who would like to come visit. You are always welcome here.

As a family, we’ve been on more than a few group adventures. Charlotte and I ventured out to Brandon, Manitoba with Ness to finally see what all the fuss was about. We had an absolute blast and got a lot of time with our dear friends, Matt and Nicole, their kids, and Nicole’s family. We also squeezed in a camping trip before the woods were deemed too dry to support human occupancy. That trip was enough to show Mere and Nora the ropes of backcountry camping. Something tells me this won’t be the last trip the girls take with us.

Meanwhile, Charlotte has been living life the only way Charlotte knows how, with the dials for speed, volume, enthusiasm, love, and affection all set to 11. We wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, OK… it would be nice if that zeal were applied to cleaning her room … but then again, I wish Vanessa would clean her room, too. Charlie has kept busy once again with myriad activities, including the school musical (Peter Pan), where she featured as the teddy bear-toting Michael, piano, swimming, volleyball, and 4H. Her time in 4H was especially exciting, having trained and showed a calf named Alanis, earned a 2nd place finish in the Halifax – East Hants public speaking competition, and 1st place in the county for dairy judging (which she had never done before). Most excitingly, her years-long campaign to convince us to let her try horseback riding finally bore fruit when we signed her up for lessons this fall. Shockingly, she’s loving every minute of it. Her horseback riding campaign has subsequently moved into phase two, which involves a concerted effort to have us move to the country and buying a horse… why couldn’t we have chosen an affordable, family-friendly activity like hockey?

Ness continues a breadth and depth of activity that any reasonable person would categorize as insane if she weren’t so darn good at all of it. Professionally, she transitioned out of her Quality and Patient Safety role with Nova Scotia Health and became the Dartmouth General Hospital Anesthesia Site Chief, which has lent serious credence to the idea that a change can be as good as a rest.  She also continues to devote much time and talent to music, with piano lessons, directing a church choir, and for the first time, singing in the chorus for Symphony Nova Scotia’s performances of Handel’s Messiah. Somehow, amongst all this, she’s found opportunities to locum in Manitoba and Saskatchewan, read, knit, cross stich, hit the gym, travel, cuddle kitties, and decorate prize-worthy birthday cakes. She may have also eradicated poverty in the global South. I think I speak for all of us when I say: Knock it off. You’re making us look bad.

As for me, the past year was a whirlwind of managing the renovation, moving, trying to make the world a better place with Engage Nova Scotia, plugging away at a PhD, along with the occasional consulting contract. It’s been a lot of work, but a lot of fun. In those moments where I’ve been able to spare a minute, I’ve been sure to hop on my bike or head to the climbing gym. I even played a bit of hockey early in the year and am hoping to get back on the ice soon.

I should also take a moment to recognize those we’ve lost this year. Both my Nona (Dona A’Court, Dad’s mom) and Pepere (Ronald LeBlanc, Mom’s dad) passed this year, and I had the great honour of offering eulogies for them both. They were both wonderful, beautiful people and the best grandparents anyone could ever hope to have. They’ve both left indelible marks on our lives for the better. I hope that I can live up to the standard they set with their selflessness, love, and devotion to their families. 

One of the strange benefits of looking through all the year’s pictures and writing up letters like this is that it helps me to think about all the things that don’t make it – all those little, unremarkable things that nobody thinks to capture or share. Seeing the pictures of the big things helps point out absence, and ultimately the importance, of the little things. The drives to swimming lessons, washing dirty dishes, and hanging Christmas lights. Stealing a minute to watch a silly YouTube video with Charlotte when she should really be doing her homework. Walking the dog whose geriatric bladder is no match for her prodigious water intake. The patching up of skinned knees and talking through schoolyard scraps. The cold beer at the kitchen island with Ness when she’s had one of those days at work. The books you can’t put down and wild soccer games. The lingering at the corner when you run into your neighbour just to get caught up. The moments when a niece or nephew grabs your pant leg and insists, for the twelfth time, to “Watch this, Uncle Pat!” before executing the same face-first swan dive into the nearest couch cushion to see how you’ll react. The family movie nights and the quiet cups of coffee before anyone else is awake.

Debussy believed that music is what happens between the notes. I think life is like that, too. I feel unbelievably grateful that the notes in the score of our lives have been so beautiful, so serene, and so moving. But, perhaps even more than that, I’m grateful for the music that has happened in between, and for all of you who have helped breathe life into that music. There has been such wonder and beauty in the moments between the pictures. We love you all, and thank God for you and for all His gifts each and every day.

May you all enjoy a very Merry Christmas, and a beautiful, blessed New Year.

Love, Pat, Vanessa & Charlotte

But the Angel Said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for see – I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people’

Luke 2:10