Dear Two Thousand Thirteen,
It’s been real.
It’s beeen good and bad and hard and wonderful.
And I would like to take this time to say…”thank you.” (I guess??)
You started out with a bang, when my huzbun and I discovered the “happy little surprise” of another baby being added to our family! Yeah. A bit reckless, perhaps, but you proved yourself pretty epic right from the start.
Not much time though for celebrating! You pushed me directly out of my newly-pregnant nest and off to Vegas for a blogging convention, all by my big girl self. Something I never thought I would do, but you were ballsy like that. I grew tremendously during those four days and my blog grew like crazy after that.
Then you took our dear Johnny, and we cried. God, we cried! My heart hurt worse from that, than my stomach did from the morning sickness. And yet you moved us on. Abandoned to the cause of stripping us down. Of wrecking us further into love and plunging us deeper into faith.
Oh, but you had your moments of splendor. Like when I sank my toes into that Maui sand for seven of your 365 days. Not only that, but I got to do it with one of my favorite people: John. That trip sure brought the laughter back into my world. And I sure was lovin you!
(You always had a way of evoking emotion, right when I needed it, didn’t you?!)
I loved your summer and your gardens and the way your nights stayed warm. I even liked your rain! I got in more coffee shop writing and more rainy night snuggles than I ever could have wanted. And consequently, more blogging than I ever could have dreamed of.
Those were exciting times! I wrote about everything from my journey to health to chocolate chia pudding to getting on the back of a horse again. And I watched my blog go from one follower to one hundred, in just a few months!
UH HUH. Pretty ridic! And I have you, my dear 2013 to thank for that.
You had your hardships, too, yes you did.
You ended the summer about as brutally as you ended my sister’s marriage, with tears and rain all mixed together, and you hacked at many other relationships, including my own, until only a few remained.
By the end of my pregnancy, you had challenged my life, my sanity, and my health more than ever.
And it was all I could do to breathe.
But then he came! And I got to meet my son for the very first time! His paper-thin skin brushed against my chest and and I felt happier than I had ever been.
Just in time to discover this cute little farmer’s market slash coffee shop, on the edge of town. Just in time for beautiful sunsets and birthday celebrations and…
the best Christmas ever. (Btw, my five-year-old daughter took these two pictures, isn’t she amazing??!!)
You’ve been pretty stinkin WILD!
And yes. I do want to thank you!
Thank you for the lessons learned and the growth that I’ve experienced. Thank you for the tears, the happy and the sad ones. Thank you for the gifts of life and new beginnings.
And most of all, thank you for ending!
Adios, twenty thirteen. Peace be with you!
your fren-emy forever,