This has been the kind of weird and wonderful year where so much has happened that you absolutely have to talk about it yet it all kept happening so fast you never had a moment to soak it in, consider it and present a rational thought about it.
There was Memphis, Tokyo, almost moving to Mississippi, buying our first house, school, work, family, photography, pregnancy… and most definitely, our favorite, a sweet little baby arrived in the middle of it all.
Big sister calls her “juice box” because she drools so much. For our baby’s sake, I hope that doesn’t stick like how my sister’s nickname stuck. She’s almost 30 and I still call her Louie.
Amidst the madness, I’m not great at enjoying moments. I’m typically more concerned with “let’s get everyone through this” than I am with “let’s stop and appreciate this.”
A Sunday or two ago, I was able to bless our baby in church. It was the first time in a while I had a chance to stop, consider and appreciate the moment and all the little moments that built to it.
A beautiful, sweet and oddly attentive baby girl. Her crazy big sister who makes us laugh every day. The Star Wars-obsessed big brother who keeps everyone in line. And my warrior of a wife who has the worst deliveries but best babies, and holds us all together with bottomless love and a willingness to spend everyday at Disneyland.
It’s not all sunshine and daisies, of course, but I’d rather not whine about what went wrong.
There was a lot of great stuff in 2017, and my four weirdos are my favorite.
Now let’s cap it off with baby’s first Christmas in the first home of our own.