It happens every year. I write a check a few days after New Year's Day and write the date with the final two numbers of the previous year: "12." So again, I erase the number... like I do year after year, and write it over again, this time correctly: "13." There is something so strange to me about the way this year looks... 2013... I mean, can we really be in the year 2013!? Excuse me while I take this in again. I just can not believe that 2012 is over and that we have ushered in a new year.
2012 brought me so many beautiful things: a whole bunch of pregnancy sticks (yes, I took 13!) that read "PREGNANT" after years of worrying myself sick over the thought of never being able to conceive a child. A new home... one who's walls we can paint and where we will raise our babies and where no one will tell us to turn down the music... a home that is ours. A beautiful daughter... one who's smiles light up my days and nights and who has completely overtaken my soul. A husband who I am more in love with now than ever.
In some ways, it scares and hurts my heart a little bit to say goodbye to 2012-- the year that was so beautiful. Perhaps a little bit of me feels like 2013 will never be able to top it? Perhaps I will be right, perhaps I will be wrong. Deep down inside, however, I have a feeling it will be even more amazing than this past year because we will get to really enjoy all of this beauty without the newness of trying to get a grasp of how to do it all and balance it all. It will just be comfortable, this whole home-owner and new-parent thing.
2013, I welcome you and I am excited to see what you bring us.
To those of you that continue to read our story, thank you. If you've followed along for awhile, you know that our journey getting here has not been easy. That's why we really appreciate all of these good things- because we've been on the other side. Happy New Year!
