What a year, a life.
Even on days when a cold virus is plaguing the entire household (the baby in my arms must sleep sitting up so she can breathe), we are warm, safe, well fed.
We are kind and understanding and honest about one another’s imperfections.
Even on days when I’m so tired my inside voice is telling everyone to shut the eff up, it only takes a second to stop and think, oh yeah, this life.
The glowing skin of my daughters. The long hugs from my love. These walls. This wood. This fire.
These thoughts. These hands. These tears. These words.
Love and goodness has me surrounded, and I’m deliciously old enough to see it.
My wish for the New Year: May other people feel this*.
This life. Amazing.
*Especially Donald Trump.