part of me is excited at the possibilities of the new year and the other is sad to see the the last turn to memories. I was just thinking this morning that this time last year i was out to here(-------) pregnant, and actually enjoying the PG. Now I have a sweet little girl learning to crawl, eating everything in sight and still not gaining too much, though I suppose that if I crawled as much as she did I wouldn't gain to much either.
The last year has been interesting to say the least. I have (lets see) been pg, gotten pneumonia, had a beautiful baby, started the best exercise for me, reached a senior green in that sport and going to blue in just over 4 weeks. I have seen babies born and my mother pass to the other side, bought a house watched it flood, and wish for nicer things. Made new friends and wished for old ones to be closer when I needed hugs. I have found ways to fight depression and won and lost a few bouts with it. I have discovered that my body is older than I would like to believe, and stronger than I thought. I have forgotten and regained testimonies and found things to believe in so strongly that at times it hurts when other don't believe the same. I have felt the compassion of others and long for the day when that compassion can be returned. I have enjoyed and struggle with parenthood, tried to be a better home maker (still working on that) and found ways to truly enjoy who I am.
I have hopes for the new year with new strategies put in place for house home and family. I hope and pray that we strive to do better in all that we do be it play family work or religion. I wish this for all as well.
Please have a happy new year and make the best of it.