As I sit here drinking my coffee, I can’t help but reflect on how insane this year has been. And I don’t mean this calendar year, I mean the last 12 months of our lives.
Last June, M bought his food truck.
Last July, WiLDWiCH became an actual thing. A place people could go & eat & enjoy the food my husband envisioned years ago. We also celebrated six years of managing to keep another human being alive.
Last August, Butter started first grade.
Last September, Bear started his last year at his first school.
Last November, we celebrated a surgery anniversary, two birthdays, & gave thanks for what we have.
Last December came our anniversary & Christmas.
January was my birthday [though I have decided I’m not having those any more. It’s not that I don’t like aging. I just don’t like birthdays when they’re mine.] & another year thanks to brain surgery.
February was Pitchers & Catchers Report Day. [Though let’s not talk about the Phillies.]
I’d planned to comment on March, April, & May, but I would have to go back through Facebook to figure out what happened in our lives then & I am far too lazy to do that.
But it’s June again & I am still in so much shock over all we’ve done. [And I also realized I forgot October up there. Oh well.] It’s also taken me several days [I can’t remember how many] to get this post together, but never fear – my coffee is still as [unintentionally!] cold as it was when I started writing the first time.
We’ve had struggles [oh, have we had struggles]. We’ve had highs. We’ve had lows. We’ve had moments of tell-me-again-how-exactly-we’re-supposed-to-keep-other-humans-alive? We’ve had first grade & the last year at a first school & registration for pre-k, & thoughts of second grade looming.
Everything is hectic. But we love it. And we’re [mostly] happy with it.
Here’s to the next 12 months of crazy.