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For weeks I’ve been wondering how I would write this post. If you could only see the drafts that I’ve created, then edited, then re-drafted… it would likely drive you mad.
Interestingly enough, if you were in the passenger seat of the life that we’ve created, then edited, then re-drafted over the last year… it, too, would likely drive you mad.
Don’t believe me? Here it goes:
December 2011: Sullivan joined our team just 14 days before we officially kicked off the new year. It’s cliche to say, but hands down, that boy has been the greatest gift we’ve ever received.
January 2012: We navigated our way through the beginning stages of parenthood, all the while taking mental and physical pictures of every yawn and cuddle along the way. In January, we discovered a love more passionate than any we had ever known.
February 2012: We started questioning the direction of our careers and of the life that we were building for our son. The Mister loved life on the rails, but not nearly as much as time with his family. And, while I appreciated the experience I was gaining supporting the county we resided in, I wasn’t passionate about my work. Collectively, we knew that we had hit a crossroad.
March 2012: March was a month of loss. Our neighbor’s lost their home and we mourned the loss of our four-legged friend.
April 2012: Sully started sleeping through the night!!! April = a celebratory month
May 2012: The Mister and I were overwhelmed with opportunity. We were so busy deciding which direction we wanted to take our lives that we almost forgot that I turned 27. We put our first home on the market, sold off the majority of our belongings, and ended up choosing Hershey, PA over Golden, CO. 
June 2012: We spent the first half of the month questioning whether or not we made the right decision and the second half celebrating our choice. If our family wasn’t “pumped” up enough already, Sullivan decided to start doing push-ups. What a little ham!
July 2012: July was Sully’s month. His first tooth sprouted and he began to take his independence to a whole new level.
August 2012: We basked in the warmth of the fleeting summer and made it a goal to work toward balancing our careers, hobbies, and family.
September 2012: Fall rolled around and we missed our friends. The Mister and I were uneasy with each other. We were fighting to stay on the same team, but our ideals on the environment in which our son should be raised was a point of contention.
October 2012: October brought mental and financial relief. Sully belted out his first few words (Mama, quickly followed by a distinct Dadd-ee), our first home sold, and we finally compromised on a location to call home. We believed that we were on the right track, but our excitement was quickly squashed and our patience was tested when we continuously found ourselves in bidding wars over the spaces that we had fallen in love with.
November 2012: November was the month that we surrendered. Our family found out that the Mister would be deploying to Afghanistan in February. After the unexpected quickly happened, we decided to take another leap of faith. I resigned from a position that I loved, for the opportunity to be closer to the people that we love.
December 2012: December was a BIG month. Our baby boy turned one. One! How did that happen? Then, the day after his first birthday, he took his first few steps! We haphazardly stumbled on a peaceful place to call home. We celebrated Sullivan’s second Christmas (which felt like his first Christmas) four times in one day. And, I landed a work-mostly-from-home opportunity with a fast-paced global organization that I couldn’t have planned if I tried.
January 2013: On December 31, 2012 at 11:59p.m. I rocked Sully back to sleep as I quietly celebrated the blessings and acknowledged the hurdles that I can already predict our family will face in the new year. Tonight, I sit in a house that is partially packed in boxes. Friday, we transport those boxes 108 miles to a new space. And, for one month, we relish in the time that we have together, as a family, in the place that we know best as “home”.
In a nut shell, 2012 has been a year. A year to remember. A year of growth and discovery. A year directed by desire and fueled by faith. A year, that if measured by love, would shatter records. It has been a year.

For weeks I’ve been wondering how I would write this post. If you could only see the drafts that I’ve created, then edited, then re-drafted… it would likely drive you mad.

Interestingly enough, if you were in the passenger seat of the life that we’ve created, then edited, then re-drafted over the last year… it, too, would likely drive you mad.

Don’t believe me? Here it goes:

December 2011: Sullivan joined our team just 14 days before we officially kicked off the new year. It’s cliche to say, but hands down, that boy has been the greatest gift we’ve ever received.

January 2012: We navigated our way through the beginning stages of parenthood, all the while taking mental and physical pictures of every yawn and cuddle along the way. In January, we discovered a love more passionate than any we had ever known.

February 2012: We started questioning the direction of our careers and of the life that we were building for our son. The Mister loved life on the rails, but not nearly as much as time with his family. And, while I appreciated the experience I was gaining supporting the county we resided in, I wasn’t passionate about my work. Collectively, we knew that we had hit a crossroad.

March 2012: March was a month of loss. Our neighbor’s lost their home and we mourned the loss of our four-legged friend.

April 2012: Sully started sleeping through the night!!! April = a celebratory month

May 2012: The Mister and I were overwhelmed with opportunity. We were so busy deciding which direction we wanted to take our lives that we almost forgot that I turned 27. We put our first home on the market, sold off the majority of our belongings, and ended up choosing Hershey, PA over Golden, CO. 

June 2012: We spent the first half of the month questioning whether or not we made the right decision and the second half celebrating our choice. If our family wasn’t “pumped” up enough already, Sullivan decided to start doing push-ups. What a little ham!

July 2012: July was Sully’s month. His first tooth sprouted and he began to take his independence to a whole new level.

August 2012: We basked in the warmth of the fleeting summer and made it a goal to work toward balancing our careers, hobbies, and family.

September 2012: Fall rolled around and we missed our friends. The Mister and I were uneasy with each other. We were fighting to stay on the same team, but our ideals on the environment in which our son should be raised was a point of contention.

October 2012: October brought mental and financial relief. Sully belted out his first few words (Mama, quickly followed by a distinct Dadd-ee), our first home sold, and we finally compromised on a location to call home. We believed that we were on the right track, but our excitement was quickly squashed and our patience was tested when we continuously found ourselves in bidding wars over the spaces that we had fallen in love with.

November 2012: November was the month that we surrendered. Our family found out that the Mister would be deploying to Afghanistan in February. After the unexpected quickly happened, we decided to take another leap of faith. I resigned from a position that I loved, for the opportunity to be closer to the people that we love.

December 2012: December was a BIG month. Our baby boy turned one. One! How did that happen? Then, the day after his first birthday, he took his first few steps! We haphazardly stumbled on a peaceful place to call home. We celebrated Sullivan’s second Christmas (which felt like his first Christmas) four times in one day. And, I landed a work-mostly-from-home opportunity with a fast-paced global organization that I couldn’t have planned if I tried.

January 2013: On December 31, 2012 at 11:59p.m. I rocked Sully back to sleep as I quietly celebrated the blessings and acknowledged the hurdles that I can already predict our family will face in the new year. Tonight, I sit in a house that is partially packed in boxes. Friday, we transport those boxes 108 miles to a new space. And, for one month, we relish in the time that we have together, as a family, in the place that we know best as “home”.

In a nut shell, 2012 has been a year. A year to remember. A year of growth and discovery. A year directed by desire and fueled by faith. A year, that if measured by love, would shatter records. It has been a year.

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