I hate closing chapters. Nothing brings on the tears faster than the thought that something is done, all over, never to be again. Though I know that many more fun chapters lay ahead, just waiting to happen, I can't help but savor the moments of melancholy that wash over me as I turn around to see where we've been. Last year was filled with treasure. Our biggest was--and is--the littlest face in the picture above. Micah Gregory has come to complete our little family of five, and we could not be more thankful! This was a year of expectation. After miscarrying the previous November, we bravely started over, and thanks to God and his grace, we had nine months to prepare for another little boy to join our family. This November was filled with joy as we celebrated Micah's arrival!
This was also the year that Gracie started kindergarten and Joshy started preschool. Grace lost her first two teeth; Josh perfected the word "penis" (and used it in public as often as he could, much to his mother's dismay). The kids started sharing a room; Gracie didn't have to finish her nights of slumber in a sleeping bag by our bed anymore. Gracie started soccer; Joshy started slamming wiffle balls off of the tee. Gracie started playing school during her rest time; Joshy continued his love of movies and collection of all things Toy Story (and continued the search for Bo Peep in every store we entered throughout the year). Gracie decided she didn't like her milk in the morning, but downed it in the afternoon; Joshy transitioned to Phenyl-2, just like his sister.
This was also the year that we started going to a Bible Study group with the Templin/Huggins/Harper/Morgan families and the year our van turned over 100,000 miles. It's the year we said goodbye to my Uncle Tom and celebrated Jeff's Great-Uncle Bob at his birthday in the fall before he passed away early in this new year. We saw the family come together to help Pappy recover from a scary few days in the hospital, following a heart attack, and the kids started going over to Granny's to have special time with her, one-on-one. Dad had another back surgery and bought his mid-life crisis: his 1962 Chevy Impala SuperSport. Jeff resigned from coaching, bittersweetly, as he saw family time and National Boards in his future days.
We are so blessed. Help us never to forget it. Good-bye 2013…now off to print the blog-book, the year recorded for all of posterity! (In our family, "posterity" means the moments when kids with icky fingers leaf through the pages of our blog-books, looking for pictures of themselves "when they were little." So sweet.) :)