I woke up this morning with a list of things I want to accomplish today, before starting a whole new fresh year tomorrow. I like a clean slate, a new beginning, and I want all the laundry to be done and all the little life errands to be taken care of when we get up tomorrow to put the Christmas decorations away and write our goals for 2015 and head out to see a movie.
But then I started looking through my photos from the last year and I was struck by how rich and full and good it was, in spite of the fact that it was also probably my hardest year yet. In 2014, I got to meet my first niece and my first nephew on my side of our family, I got to go with Dann to see his first Jurassic 5 show at Red Rocks during a snowstorm, and I got to share my love of reading real books with a bunch of Denver's coolest middle school kids (thanks to a whole bunch of you). Dann and I made our annual "Crazy Major President's Day Weekend Life Decision" and started making plans to move to Seattle. I traveled to South Carolina and San Francisco and Vancouver and between Seattle and Denver four different times. We welcomed some of our favorite people as visitors in Seattle, and got to spend a lot of good quality time with the folks who are shaping our new community here. I spent half the year experiencing my first pregnancy, along with the joy and delight of finding out our little one is (almost certainly) a boy.
So here's to life in 2014. I've got the rest of the day to do laundry and write emails and give thanks for the day we got to spend with these nut jobs before leaving Colorado last week:
Tonight I'll take a cup of (cranberry juice and sparkling cider-flavored) kindness and rest in the peace of knowing that even if 2015 is hard, it's sure to be good. Blessed assurance, indeed.