2011 is nearly over and I couldn't be happier about it.
It was a really, really good year.
We had our health, our wonderful friends and family, and there was a super special baby girl making everything a little bit harder, a lot slower, and indescribably more beautiful.
Also? A bunch of bad/stressful/ridiculous stuff. Too many deaths (some I wrote about here and some I didn't), the stress of knowing loved ones were hurting and not being able to help, and--of course--a tree fell on our house.
(I promise I'll stop carrying on about it when I manage to clean all the plaster and ickiness off of our stuff. I always think I'm done, and then I find more. It's like a really exciting game!)
Regardless of the year's content, there was way too much of all of it to talk about in one little post. And I certainly don't have the patience or foresight to write several. And even then, it would be wholly inadequate.
I tried to draw a succinct, key-word list to review the year. I could have even included links. But then I noticed Evelyn sitting on her feet like she thought she was a five-year-old and I don't know when she started that. I don't know when exactly she stopped sleeping through the night, or when she was able to lift up her head when she played on her tummy.
I don't know when I was able to hold her on my hip without her sliding off. I don't know when I started counting my co-workers as friends or when I stopped thinking I had to have the entire apartment clean by noon on Saturday.
Big and little changes took place gradually, or at least without my notice. The world we live in, both in the current events/nightly news sense of the word and our tiny little lives, is vastly different than it was in January 2011.
And then, of course, there was Evelyn. She's such a big deal.
Having a baby changed us and our lives. We expected that to happen, but then there were other changes we didn't see coming. Priorities and responsibilities and viewpoints just slid around and re-settled while we were busy taking care of her and working out routines and then we turned around and noticed that everything had shifted and tilted and things were just different. I'd try to explain it more, but it's disorienting to even try to think of a way to put it in words. Part of this is because the change is so great, but mostly I think it's because I'm very, very tired. I live with a baby, you know.
I don't think we're doing anything on New Year's Eve. I'm oddly excited about the idea of going to sleep (fingers crossed it's at a decent hour) and waking up to a new year. I'm looking forward to a fresh start. I'm starting the year out as Evelyn's mom, with a lot more confidence in my job and where it's going, and with an ever-growing desire to try new things.
I want the 3 of us to take a day trip and do something fun. I want teach Evelyn how to blow bubbles this summer. I want to do more freelance work and I want to knit and sew useful things and I really, really want to sleep through the night.
I've got a whole year to try it, so I'm hopeful.
I'll see you then.