Day 731: The end of one year, the beginning of the next.
Although it feels like many people are hating on this past year, I’m over here like “damn. I love you, 2016.”
I’m not usually one to want to hold on to things, but 2016 is a year I will never forget. And I will always cherish. Because during this year I was blessed to watch my baby boy grow from a fragile newborn to a healthy, spunky, sweet little one year old. Watching his curiosity take over, that mischievous grin, and giggles that literally melt my heart. I look down at my little boy daily wondering why I was the lucky one chosen to be his mother. Ugh, all the feels.
2016 was also a year of personal growth. From leaving a career that was all I’d really known to become a stay at home wifey. That was a change I was ready for [and more than willing since it meant I’d be with a certain little someone more], but unexpectedly it was challenging. Internally. I did a lot of soul searching this year. Some good, some not so good. Many supporters and cheerleaders. And some who may have questioned our decision. I spent the year trying to find my place in the world as I knew it, which meant severely changing my perspective on “worth.” And leaning on family and friends when I needed it most. There were a lot of ups and downs, but looking back I’d say it was majority up. I became more comfortable in my skin and accepting of a body I sometimes didn’t recognize as my own. I wholeheartedly found my role as a mother to be the best thing I’d ever taken on. And I became a pretty darn good at home chef! The baker in me is cringing…
Overall, I loved this year. For my heart that crawls around the house every day. For a husband, baby-daddy, and best friend. And for friends and family who I love unconditionally.
Blessed. Grateful. And thankful. Bring it on, new year.
Cheers to 2017!