2013 was kind of crazy. In an awesome sort of way. 2013 saw the publication of my first novel, something I’ve been very seriously planning since second grade.
2013 saw my husband start seminary, something we’ve been working toward for seven years.
2013 saw the birth of my niece, my sister and brother-in-law’s first baby.
2013 saw my mother receive her MA.
2013 saw us pull up roots from the city we’d lived in for five years to move to an apartment on a college campus, five minutes from the ocean.
2013 saw my oldest girl lose her first tooth.
2013 saw my littlest girl learn how to pronounce her r’s, her l’s, and her th’s.
2013 saw my dad’s church grow (both in number and, more importantly, in love and understanding) beyond what anyone ever thought possible.
2013 saw Joy falling head-over-heels in love with ballet, and Grace conquer her fears of falling to persevere with figure skating.
2013 saw my grandfather die.
And 2013 saw me come to new understanding about life, me, God, and all that good stuff.
Who knows what 2014 will bring? Not me, but I’m OK with that. I think it’s going to be a great one, no matter what happens.