As 2013 draws to a close I can't help but look back and marvel at what an intense and amazing year it was.
When 2013 dawned we were still well and truly lost in the swamp of foster care with no clue what our outcome would ultimately be. After spending all of 2012 hanging in limbo, we desperately needed closure one way or the other. As the months passed, the outlook gradually became brighter until, in August, we were blessed with the happy ending we feared might never come. For months afterwards I floated around on a little cloud of blissful gratitude for answered prayers. When I think about how far we've come this year, it boggles my mind. It was, in every sense, a miraculous year.
At the moment 2014 is still a blank canvas. For the past two years all of my time, attention and resources have been focused on the kids and their needs. This year I hope to put my focus back on my own life for a bit. I would like to reconnect with my son, and spend some time getting to know myself. It might sound odd, but the person I am post-foster care is not the same person I was going in.
During the new year I hope for continued progress towards my goals, time to enjoy my family and the strength and courage to continue to live my convictions. Will I get better about blogging regularly? Will I turn my NaNoWriMo manuscript into a second draft? Will I ever find a suitable part time job? The answers lie ahead somewhere in 2014.
Although it sounds trite, I truly do hope that 2014 will
bring health and prosperity and happiness for my family and I, and for
you and yours as well.
Here's wishing you a Happy New Year from the Slow Lane.