Every Day and the Last Day

I just read a blog post from a writer who has posted almost every day for 8 years.

That is amazing.

I find that my blog often goes without a post as my days blur together. I loose track of what day it is and what is going on in the rush of every day.

I have been reading her blog for a couple of years now. She lost her sister and I grieved with her as did her other readers. I was thinking about how many wonderful, sad, happy, moments she has recorded. It is the small things that we look back on and she has it all documented. Even the sad things that define us more than we like to admit.

I'm a little jealous.

It is the last day of 2011 and my energy is lagging. The hubby had to work tonight so we did the midnight thing last night.

Now I get to do it with the kiddos tonight. I hope I make it.

I feeling a little sad today. Not enough sleep and feeling a little blue that the Christmas tree and lights are gone. Back to reality without the twinkling lights of the holiday.

2012 is holding a lot of promise.

My degree is complete I only have to complete student teaching and I will be a for real teacher. Kind of excited!

This kids are growing up. S. has her learning permit and is driving. A. is finding out what is means to be responsible. Al's art talent is growing. H. is growing like a weed.

Al's most recent picture.

H.'s birthday poster. One final year of single digits. :(

I hope everyone has a wonderful, safe, fun New Years Eve. See you in 2012.

Krissi

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