Another year gone by.
To be honest, it has felt like a runaway freight train. No breaks, no problem.
Party of 5 to Party of 6.
Delivery. Bringing a new baby home. Relocating. Drowning. Going back to work quick (because I’m a workaholic).
Saying goodbye to our Old Lives, climbing into that cocoon, and becoming a butterfly.
Was it easy?
Was it exhausting?
BUT you can’t get wine unless you stomp a few grapes.
This baby changed our lives. He changed my life. He pushed me towards my purpose. He has tested my threshold for patience. He has made me love my OG Birds a lot more.
They also don’t tell you, in the Newlywed Guide to Happiness, that Year 1 is NOTHING. Year 2 is where you both earn your stripes.
Throw out the pretty Guide and dig in. Get dirty. Get emotional. Get connected.
I look to next year with my usual optimism. Because that’s who I was created to be. But I feel a little fire.
It could mean I say “sorry” 12 less times in 2018.
It could mean I say “thank you” when given a compliment.
It could mean taking a leap in my personal career and not feeling Mom Guilt.
I’m glad this bucket gets emptied at 11:59. This time I think I’ll keep a little for posterity.