2013 saw shades of me that were straight hideous and confusing, and i looked into 2014 with love-sick, rosy goggles. and she shined. she really did. even when we were in it, neck deep in blown-out diapers and daycare drop off. it never got boring. 2014 was full of the kind of glamour and riveting excitement reserved for the tired and weary. our curtain call every morning was henry's squirmy bottom in the monitor as he vocalized his ripe entrance, and every night the lights dimmed with henry's stage right exit, his companions (bottle and lucky parent) wrapped snug around his pinky finger.
we said goodbye to 2014 at 11:15 (although huck blew a precious kiss to the old year at 6:27 on the nose, because he's nothing if not ornery on less than 12 hours of beauty sleep), and we were ready. because every new day is a better one, and every new year promises so much to look forward to. blindly optimistic? rarely. naive? always! we'll take it 2015, throw us a good one.
we said goodbye to 2014 at 11:15 (although huck blew a precious kiss to the old year at 6:27 on the nose, because he's nothing if not ornery on less than 12 hours of beauty sleep), and we were ready. because every new day is a better one, and every new year promises so much to look forward to. blindly optimistic? rarely. naive? always! we'll take it 2015, throw us a good one.
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