With less than six hours remaining in 2011, I’m forced to think about everything that happened this year. I cried when 2009 and 2010 were over. They had been such pivotal years in my life. The birth of a child. Graduation from Boston College. And all the other stuff, too.
But this year, I cannot wait for the calendar to change. To send 2011 on its way. To usher in a year that will be good for all of us. This time last year, Justin was telling me how difficult 2011 would be. He wasn’t happy in his job. He had what seemed like a thousand classes to finish his MBA. And I tried to dismiss it all, desperate to convince both of us that 2011 would only bring wonderful things.
And it did. It brought Justin a new job where he can work from home. It brought his degree a semester earlier than we thought – congratulations are in order, as he “officially” graduated yesterday! We had extended time with our family – a cruise with Halaree and Uncle Hunter in April, several weeks in Kentucky, Halaree’s trip to Boston in September, the Bourbon Chase, and a family Thanksgiving for the first time since 2004.
But 2011 also proved to be the hardest year either of us has yet to face with the very sudden death of Augusta. Facing a loss that neither of us was prepared for. Learning about the new depths our relationship would reach and finding out how we dealt with our first crisis. And although we weathered our greatest crisis, something good has come from it. It brought us closer together, renewed our need and love for each other. Reaffirmed that we made the right decision in choosing each other.
Now that we are facing a new normal, we are doing our best to look forward to 2012 and leaving the pain of sadness of 2011 behind – careful not to forget the lessons it has taught us. 2012 will be a year of creating family memories, with a trip to Disney World scheduled next week. It will be a year of new jobs and moving closer to home – keeping our fingers crossed on that one. It will be a year of health and happiness (my goal is to lose 30 pounds and run a marathon over Memorial Day weekend).
And now I leave you to go ring in 2012. We are dressed in our best pajamas and ready to take Robbie to his first New Year’s Eve party. After all, what better way to bring in a new year than with a few of your closest friends, some homemade pizza, and your pajamas? Look out 2012! Here come the Mannas!