Everyone’s telling me that they can’t believe this year is over.
I can totally believe it. I think that going without a full night of sleep for 50% of the year really extended my 2013 experience. I feel like I got my 365 days’ worth. And then some.
But I can’t complain. 2013 was very, very good to me. All 8,988 days of it.
There was first grade and ninjas and Legos underfoot.
There was pre-school and purple and pink accessorizing and princess overload.
There was a new baby! A sweet, sweet baby! A non-sleeper (yes, still) but the happiest insomniac you’ll ever meet.
There was blogging fun in not one, but two books. And near-hyperventilation in a live show.
There were short winter days and long summer nights. Snowballs and seashells and road trips.
There were yoga pants and cocktail dresses. OK, mostly yoga pants.
There were bicycles and scooters and minivans and strollers.
There were friends, near and far. Family from many corners of the map.
There was coffee. There was a tragic amount of pregnancy seltzer. And then there was a lot of wine.
There were life-changing high points and there were tears to be wiped away.
There was the daily routine and there were times when we were shaken and stirred and forced to regroup.
There were arguments and bliss and comfort and bickering and belly laughs.
There was all that and more. Here it is — 12 months in just over a minute.
So long, 2013. I’m not a fan of odd-numbered years, but you were a gem after all.
Happy New Year to you and yours!