In 2019 she was supposed to turn one. She would have taken her first steps, said ‘dada’ probably before ‘mama,’ and her cute giggles would have melted us all. Instead of introducing her to swings, the zoo and swimming in the lake we’re doing it all without her. I know, she hasn’t been here for almost six months. It should make more sense than this, but it doesn’t. It’s hard to move into a new year that’s she’ll never be here for. It doesn’t much feel like a happy new year. . Maybe there are others out there that aren’t feeling happy new year warm and fuzzies. You’re not alone. It’s ok. It’s ok that while others are setting their sights on losing 20 pounds, getting up out of bed is a successful day for you. Keep going. Great job. How does a ‘hopeful’ new year sound? I can’t do ‘happy’ this year, but I can do hopeful. Maybe hopeful is a stretch for you --- but let’s hold out an inkling of hope that 2019 is not all tears and pain -- that there can be good to hope for -- its ok that if the thrill of hope in this weary world is for an eternity surrounded by those we love where there is no more crying and pain. That’s enough, but I'm hoping there’s more. I’m praying you can find an inkling of hope as we move into this new year.
