As the weather changes (slightly) and nights become cooler, I can’t help but think back to last fall and winter. I remember when the nights cooled down enough to wear flannel pajamas. I remember things we did, and how sick I felt. I felt awful all the time. I was in a murky pool of existence, and Christmas time was right around when I began to emerge from it. I walked one early morning for the first time in a while, and I threw up on someone’s lawn. Just a little. But still. Looking back now, it’s so hard to connect the beautiful, soft creature who lives in my arms as the cause of all. that. vomiting. Christmas and Jacob’s birthday were like glittering beacons to pull me from my nauseated miasma. But not all was well: My grandma had gone into the hospital. I feared that 2015 would bring her death, and it did. I feared that 2015 would not bring the arrival of our baby, but it did. I had no idea that I would break my ankle, have surgery, and say goodbye to my sweet doggie. I had no idea just how much my life would change this year.
I intend on writing a year in review post as usual when we get closer to the year’s end, but for now I’m just thinking about how things were and how they are now, with one the span of one year in between.