Well, 2011 wasn't what I expected. The years rarely are, are they? I began the year so full. Full of excitement, calm, organization, plans, expectations. 2011 was the year that we were going to welcome a fifth little being into our family. It was the year we were going to change how we were going to support our family, therefore taking a huge step toward the self-sufficient balance we have been working towards and desperately craving. It was the year we were going to take a real family vacation. It was the year we were changing schools and relaxing a little in our school stresses.
2011 was my year to nourish. Nourish my family, my body, my mind, my soul.
We ended the year much as we began. A little older. A little wiser. A little more humbly. A lot more tired. A little more conscious of living for now. A lot more grateful for health and safety. A lot more appreciative of our families and their health. And still, the four of us, the fifth in our minds and hearts. (Deciding doesn't always mean things work out the way you plan.)
But 2012? This is my year of hope.
And you?
