“When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. When life is bitter, say thank you and grow.”
- Shauna Niequist
Upstairs is our smallest bedroom. For most of this year, I avoided that room because it just made me sad. It had been our junk/storage room, but eventually would be the nursery. Since we moved in, it had been filled with odds and ends and boxes of things that I needed to sort through. I had so wished I had a reason to. And finally I did. And now there is a box in the middle of the floor containing a crib that Funnel needs to put together. A dresser drawer half-filled with onesies and tiny dinosaur and robot pajamas. An unfinished hot air balloon mobile that I am making. A blank baby book that will be started soon.
Thank you, 2012. Your first eight months were full of sadness. But your last four months have been full of hope.