It’s time to turn this year’s blog entries into a book. A book for the chickens to look back on (when they can read and don’t just manhandle the pages, mind you.) when they are curious about what 2010 was all about. I can just hear Claire saying, “Mom?! You dressed like that?!” And Caeden, “Seriously, all I cared about is garbage trucks. How simple life was back then …”
Or maybe they will never read them. But I promise you, I will.
Don’t want to forget the day to day. The joy. The less than. The recipes, the inside jokes, the daily tidbits that make up our family. Our life.
So, if you blog, you may wonder where to look to publish your own book. Look here: Blurb.
(2010: The year Claire Bear turned 2.)
(2010: Caeden heads to Kindergarten.)
(2010: The year the Apple Tree bore fruit.)
(2010: The year I chased my dreams. The year Wayne cheered me on.)
(Oh, and photo credit to my favorite trail mix eating, sarcastic, miss you like crazy, never lets one slip – friend. Heather McCollom)
I’d love to join the masses and declare my resolutions. But this year, I am taking a kinder … more gentle approach to the fresh start. No deadlines. No numbers. No timeline. No pressure. Just … gentle promises for the life I attempt.
Promises to myself to not be in such a hurry. To BE more often. To be a good Mama who doesn’t worry as much about the future as much as she enjoys the moments before her.
To be good to my family. To be the kind of friend that my friends are to me.
To trust in God’s plan.
To look forward … knowing a lot is out of my control, but loving and being and accepting it all as it comes … these are the things I promise to myself.
And I think, most of what I want … I wouldn’t have known it or thought about it or cared nearly as much as I do, had I not had 2010 to ground me. To really humble me.
And that? That is called progress … and the New Year has yet to arrive.