A reflection

As I sat in my recliner on Monday night and perused Fac.ebook, I saw many posts stating that the poster was glad to be done with another year.  As I scrolled I saw more and more people, posting how they were ready to move on, to have a new beginning, to start over during 2013.

As I pondered these statuses, and then reflected on the year as a whole, I realized that I am a bit sad that 2012 is over.

2012 changed my life in so many ways.

Yes, I became a parent to my three precious miracles, that is true.

But I also found out who I am.  I learned what it really means to feel happy.  Sad.  Anger.  Hope.  Dispair.  Love.  I learned how to feel deeper.  How to be deeper.

I learned that no matter how strong and courageous I can pretend to be, I don't hold a candle to the three currently sleeping in their cribs.

Do I want to repeat the happenings of this year?  Oh lordy, no.  One three month stint in the NICU with three micro-preemies is enough for me, thankyouverymuch.  But dang, I'm thankful we did it.

2012, while I don't want to repeat you, I'm glad I was able to live you.

Come on 2013.  You've got a lot to live up to.