A year ago today, hubby and I sat and talked about the past year and the upcoming year. We had a strong feeling about 2014. We knew it would be a year of events. A year of change. A year that was different. We anticipated it, we felt it coming. Little did we realize the impact it would have on us.
This year has flown by. I mean that, it really has. To me, it seems like it should still be March of 2014. But, sitting here in my living room with my tree still decorated, I know that it is December 31st. The last day of this year.
I started out writing often. I was encouraged and thrilled that I was consistent in writing. But, as is so often the case, life took over and writing was squeezed in when I had a few minutes to sit and put my thoughts together.
During this year we have spent two and a half months in Pennsylvania. We tramped through old paths. We shared memories long dormant. We held hands where we first held hands together. We remembered those high school kids who fell in love, got married and travelled the world together.
We remembered family members no longer with us. We remembered laughing with them, talking with them. We remembered.
This year we saw Little Man turn two. We saw him go from a toddler unsure steps to running and jumping and snapping his little fingers. We saw him put puzzles together, recognize the shapes of the states, name the states and sing songs to melt our hearts. We shared our Christmas with him. We counted going up steps and down steps. We cried when he had to go back home with his Momma and Pappa.
We met Little Miss this year. She was a surprise to us, which added to the excitement of 2014. She captured another part of our hearts. She fascinated us as we watched her squirm in her little bassinet, eyes wide open, ready to move and explore if only her feet could hold her up. We know from experience that won’t be long from now.
I was in California for seven weeks this year. I said a proper good-bye to the city I called home for almost 28 years. This good-bye was a slow one, not hampered by the rush of packing and moving and schedules. It was a good-bye in a visit. I was able to ramble through and recapture good memories and times. I then packed those memories away in my heart scrapbook that holds all the precious times of my life.
Yes, 2014 was a unique year. I have no idea what will happen in the next 365 days. But, being the age I am, I know there will be wonderful days filled with the very best of things. There will be days that will strike me in the core of my being. There will be days filled with questions and no answers. There will be days that seem to stretch into eternity. This time next year, though, I know I will look back and remember fondly.
May your new year be filled with the best of everything. Health, wholeness, laughter, and tears. Happy New Year. Thanks for stopping by, DAF