The last months of the year seemed at once to last forever and be gone in a flash. I spent the quiet days after Christmas resting and clearing clutter to make space for all that's to come in the next few months. It would be easy to look back at a year like this and say how very terrible it felt, how I'd never wish to repeat it. I'm choosing to have gratitude for the bits of joy we found -- how I read more books than in years past, how I went back to counseling and did hard work, how we saved and dreamed for a future, how the darkest months seemed only to strengthen my faith in our union, how we endured months of disappointment and then spent the autumn season growing a baby.
We woke early on the first day of January and went for pancakes, our first meal of the new year. We talked about plans for the days and weeks ahead, how much we're looking forward to a cozy winter at home. I'm making space in the new year for routines and rest, for boundaries set without apology, for celebrating even the most ordinary of days.
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