Well, another year is coming to a close and I'm sorting through my typical melancholy and reflective feelings. I am looking forward to 2017 despite accepting the only thing that ever changes at the stroke of midnight is a calendar. Alas, media outlets everywhere are reminding me to reflect upon the past twelve months so I feel like I must oblige by participating in the mandated self-review.
During the past 12 months I have loved watching Robby continue to grow and stretch his wings as he flirts with becoming a teenager. Timmy has kept me hopping, making sure that everyday is an adventure. He continues to wake up each morning with a smile and is, without a doubt, the happiest toddler I have ever known. (It is a good thing that he wakes up with a smile because my little early bird still wakes up before the sun.)
This past year has brought a unique mixture of experiences,
opportunities and struggles. I never would have predicted the roller
coaster of 2016. I can't say that I'm happy with the way that everything
panned out, but I do know that I am entering 2017 secure in the
knowledge that I have been true to myself. I am developing my
voice, and I hope to continue this trend in the coming year.
Here is to a fabulous 2017, abundant with joy and laughter and lean on heartache and disappointment.