2016. This year has been a blur. It’s been filled with major roller coaster ups and downs. Dreams coming true. Dreams dashed. Then dreams coming true again – and that was just while we were building the treehouse.
Then we got to spend a month in a foreign country. Who gets to do that?
This year I have realized more than most years that “things” can’t make me happy. I have vowed to get rid of the clutter in my life and spend more time doing the things I love with the people I love.
I have clung to the seconds, minutes and hours that have ticked by transforming my babies into toddlers, preschoolers and elementary school kids.
I have watched those kids pursue their dreams. I have reveled in their successes and held them tight during their heartaches.
My heart has continued to mourn the little boy that is missing from our family. This year I cycled back through the stages of grief. From anger, to depression to acceptance – then I cycled around again. I think each year will be like this.
We’ve filled 2016 with parties and pizzas. It’s been a great time in my life.
And I’m ready for more.
Here’s to more peaceful resolutions with disgruntled neighbors. Here’s to eating more gelato with friends. Here’s to more home improvement projects. Here’s to more time spent doing things that matter. Things that we love. Here’s to 2017.
Boogers on the Wall 