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.