Growth

So, I am not a fan of resolutions.  I’ve read a lot of blogs about not being a fan of resolutions this year, actually.  Being in the majority this year is somehow annoying to me… I figure why not dive on in with the other somewhat annoying trend I’ve seen this year, which is choosing a word for the year.  My word is Growth.

My babies are growing at a ridiculous rate.  Yet again, I am reminded that I really, truly need to sit down and actually replace the pictures on this site, because Nora is the size in the profile picture that Emeline is now.  Yikes.  How is that possible?  I’ve had a whole other KID since then- a whole other life has entered our family.  Family growth by numbers is at a standstill, at least for my immediate family.  The husBen and I are agreed (at least at the moment… Any potential surprise future children who feel the need to stalk my old blog posts, please be assured that we probably like you and want you and all that, if you exist) that the child to adult ratio being even is a good stopping point.

Where do I want to be in a year?  Here.  We’ve carved out our little piece of the earth and I’m happy with it, most days.  Our house in our little forest is just about perfect, Ben loves working with his dad, my job is going well, Nora has a school she loves, I love all the organizations that small city life allows me to be a part of, and I am just generally content.  My parents are here, my sister is close, my brother’s grave is here, my in-laws are here… You get the drift.  So, where do we go from here?

Deeper.  My goal this year is to deepen my roots and lengthen my reach.  What the hell does that mean?  Let’s give it a year and find out together, shall we?

Maybe my goal should be more attainable, like finishing things.   Now THAT is a lofty goal.  I’ve had this sitting around, waiting to add adorable pictures of my babies… Eh, there will be other posts for that.  Onward and upward!

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About cultofezzell

Ben's wife, Nora and Emeline's mommy. Finding the joy in this crazy family life while battling rheumatoid arthritis.
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