|First pic of 2013|
I usually write a goodbye letter to the year that has just passed. It's one of my favorite rituals. This year I'm finding it hard to do. Maybe it's that just in the past four months 2012 kicked my butt hard enough that I have no idea what to say about it. Or maybe I need to find a different way to mark the passage from one year to the next. I have a hunch that perhaps in a week or two - or maybe a month or two - I'll have a much better perspective from which to memorialize this past calendar year.
For now let me simply say this: 2012 didn't have one big moment that changed everything forever but the experiences I have had this past year will reverberate throughout my life, for the rest of my life, in powerful and permanent ways. I have learned so much about my family, my faith, and myself. A lot of that learning is ongoing, and it still smarts a little.
They say that whatever you are doing at midnight on New Year's Eve sets the tone for your whole new year. If that's true it's okay with me. There was something fitting about beginning my 2013 in a hospital, way up high, holding hands and looking out to fireworks in the sky.