Tis the night before Christmas—right down to the wire!
With ink in the quill, big logs on the fire,
Hot cocoa in hand, not my last (nor the first),
No help from A.I.—for worser or worst!
It is time, once again, for rhyming galore,
As we sum up the year: two-zero-two-four!

Six years in our home, a few projects completed,
Up next? The basement—quite desperately needed.
Milo, at six, fluffy bro and role model,
With Andie out back, together they...

Lo, behold, tis the season for rhyming…
It’s a hot-n-fresh Dispatch—with pre-Christmas timing!
Adjusted our format; a modest fine-tuning.
Kept all the essentials; gave the rest a good pruning.
So warm up your coffee, make a nice cup of tea…
And join us, dear reader, as we recap two-three!

We begin with the good boy, the great golden floof!
Five years of pure joy, all under this roof.
On walks and on hikes, the backyard kiddie-pool,
Lakes, ponds...

Guess what, good news—we’re all still alive!
Now a family of four, slowly learning to thrive.
Milo's fourth year—and first as big brother,
Hovering ‘round Andie, like a fairy godmother.
Toy-drops in her lap; an attempt to play fetch,
Food-missiles from highchairs, he’ll happily catch.

Andie Jane, good gracious, where do we start?
Perhaps through numbers, your life we can chart!
Nearly eight-hundred photos uploaded to Google,
Eleven pounds...

Hold on, the Dispatch? Twelve months have gone by?!
Did we fall in a wormhole, with Marty McFly?
“No way”, you say, “that’s probably not true.”
But December feels like it came out of the blue!
Alright, let’s get crackin'—as it really was fun.
Let’s distill the events of two-zero-two-one!

Milo insists we don’t bury the lede,
He’ll be a big brother, and a good floofy steed!
Name lists and showers and nursery prep,
Gearing up for this...

At the risk of sounding like a marketing email,
We hope the Dispatch finds you healthy and well.
What a doozy of a year—an objective humdinger.
The effects of the ‘rona, most likely, will linger.
But alas, there’s a great deal to be grateful for;
Each other, our health and a heckuva lot more!

The pupper, of course, is a big happy floof,
His sunny disposition? Pretty much weatherproof.
Mondays with Milo, and the Big Friendly Giant,
Kept...

Halfway through December, a sudden realization.
Dwyer-Time strikes again! We’ve done no preparation.
Our first Fraser fir, L.E.D.s on the roof,
Santa Paws celebrates with a holiday “woof!”
New Years Eve to Christmas, many things in between,
It’s volume four of the Dispatch, for twenty-nineteen!

The great golden beast, so furry and fun.
Snarfing down pup-cups through year number one!
Milo, at the ripe age of one and a half,
Chasing his...

Devoured some cookies and chugged some caffeine...
here it comes, our recapping of twenty-eighteen.
It’s that time of the year—rhymes filled with panache.
Buckle up, dear reader, for the Dwyer Dispache!

A big thanks to our realtor, far and wide did she roam.
But alas! Not in vain, for we found our first home.
A navy cape cod with a wood-burning fire.
First project? A fence! Of cedar, and wire.

But whoa nelly, hold up, “why a...

Merriest of Christmases and Happy New Years!
We’re thinking of you as the holiday nears.
What a year it has been, a 100-yard dash.
Just like Sarah’s cookies, it was gone in a flash!

Celebrating with friends as they’ve tied the knot,
with their significant others they hit the jackpot!
In November, we crossed anniversary number two;
that’s 24 months since we first said "I do."

We moved 'cross the country, a KC...

Season's greetings from the Dwyer's, way out in Indy,
Where the weather is cold & occasionally windy.
As the holidays near, twenty-sixteen imperiled,
we bring joy in the style of the Hamakawa Herald!

One year and one month, marriage is great;
both Sarah and Casey content with their fate.
A full year it has been, we’ve laughed and we’ve cried...
many ups, a few downs, taking all things in stride.

Our team made...