Like every year, 2014 was filled with all sorts of good and bad. That's life, right? I remember saying "2014 is going to be my year." And it was. The good and bad, all mine.
We traveled to Michigan and Chicago, Rich started a new career, Charlie started kindergarten, Alice started preschool, I was laid off, some groomer shaved all Cook's hair off her, a billion things broke in our house, Rich and I fought, Rich and I loved, I grew a friendship that means so much to me, I colored my hair a horrible purple red. We learned to start new things and end other things. Hours and moments of laughing and dancing and cooking and cleaning and driving and filled all the gaps.
2015 is going to be my year, I just know it.