This time last year, my family felt like it was in limbo. We had Christmas as usual and my middle son gave us a lot of laughs by dressing up as Santa. This didn’t fool the kids one bit but it did made us laugh. For a while.
New Year’s Eve 2011 my eldest was in Afghanistan. I don’t think my husband and I slept a single night without the worry that he wouldn’t come back to us and his children in one piece. Luckily he did. We were one of the lucky families.
2012 saw the day my son came home…forever a highlight. I had my first book published. We found out we were going to grandparents again. I had my second book published and my husband had a major operation on his leg. My third book was published and we found out that the new baby was going to be a girl.
So on New Years Eve there are three of us at home. My husband is asleep after a long hot painful day, that leaves me and the eleven year old waiting to ring in the new year.
How do I feel? Happy and grateful that I still have one child at home that’s happy to bang a saucepan with me at midnight. Won’t be too many New Years left that I’ll be the centre of his world.
No resolutions for me this year, just a lot of thankfulness for my blessings and few wishes that my husband’s leg has healed well enough to have the plaster removed, that my granddaughter has a safe arrival and that the rest of my family have good health, happiness and the strength of character to make all their dreams come true.