Hello, fresh new year.
Hello, new home, with your endless empty drawers and blank walls and bare refrigerator shelves. May we fill you with joy, laughter, and memories beyond our wildest dreams.
Hello, frigid temperatures and gray skies. Bleak you are, but you are home.
Hello, boxes. And more boxes. And totes and tubs and bags and suitcases. May you unpack yourself. Posthaste.
Hello, new opportunities. New friends. New job. New grocery store. New drivers' license photo. New time zone. New phone number.
Hello, year-of-our-last-baby-bump. Oh, may I treasure the next 4 months, watching my waistline disappear. May I treasure each new movement and kick. May I cherish each moment with my still-baby Erin and ever-growing Seth before you, little nameless one, join our crazy, beautiful, chaotic life.
Hello, season of multi-generational family living arrangements. Be gracious to us, as we navigate sharing space, grand/parenting responsibilites, and remote controls. Unconventional, but what a blessing to have this time, however long it be, before we send Gramp-e off to the Ukraine for good.
Hello, 2012. It is surreal, how familiar your entry to that of 2009. Be calmer, please. Quieter. Easier. Happier.
But whatever you bring us, 2012, welcome.