Right around New Year’s, I caught Lucy counting out loud "twelve fourteen." I would remind her that she skipped thirteen. Then I thought to myself, "Yeah, I would like to forget 2013, too." I am so thankful to have an amazing son in 2013, but that felt like the only bright spot of the year. The rest was meh at best.
I remember feeling my shoulders drop as 2014 rolled in. I told Henry, "Hooray! We survived!" I don’t remember another year where I felt like I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Perhaps I am just getting older. Or maybe there is something to the unlucky 13 after all.
So this month, I’m trying to wrap up or forget about any loose ends from last year. It feels good to mark this mailing project off my list. I need more washi tape from Target and stamps. One project almost down and quite a few more to go. Next up: taxes and a few forgotten blog posts. I reread the first part of my birth story last night. Look for it in the near future.