Yup, another one in the books.
I really can't beleive it. I thought that this might be THE year. The year I stopped yelling, the year I found peace and joy in every mommy task and moment, the year that I stayed on top of projects and household tasks, the year that I caught up (on work, on bills, on scrapbooking), the year that I made more money, the year that I ceased to fight with or be angry with my husband, the year that all of my questions were answered.
It wasn't.
But, it was the year that I finished my masters degree, and got my teaching credential. It was the year that I realized that relying on others and God, was not as scary as I thought that it might be. It was the year that my husband and I came to a new level of understanding and commitment to each other and our marriage. It was the year that I got my first teaching job. It was the year that my baby boy turned 9 and my baby girl turned 5, the end of an era for each of them in a way. It was the year that I found out, who my friends are and what that means to me. It was a year full of fun, trials and learning. A year full of tears, laughter and joy.
Another year of growth and "becoming".
Another year.
Another, coming.
