So, Christmas was wonderful. But New Years was bearing down on us and lets just say that our last New Year was less than celebrated. Adam was dreading the day even more than I was.
We are in a drastically different world than we were last year at this time.
For weeks we kept asking each other what we were going to do, how we were going to celebrate.
And in a moment that felt divinely clear. I knew exactly what we should do.
On New Years Eve, the last day of 2016, My husband moved back in.
We spent the day clearing out closets, and moving clothes, shoes, pictures. Bringing the life that was lost back into the fold.
We moved everything in together, as a family
Then that evening we set off fireworks, rented a movie, and slept together in the living room. Puppy-dog included.
Together, together, together. I can’t get over that word.
Randomly that day we decided to take a small break from moving and stopped by our local REI because they were having a sale. While wandering around the racks I stumbled across a beat-up, camping plate that clearly spoke, “New Year”.
I love this plate.
I love that it only cost me a grand total of .85 cents.
I love that it already came with its own scrapes and dings.
It’s broken, and beautiful. Just like us.
And it will forever represent the day my family chose to move forward as broken-together.
I bumped into a friend at that REI sale and when I showed her my plate she laughed and said, “Only you.”
And I like that.
I see flowers:
I see a perfect New Year’s gift:
I see a child of God:
and I see a second chance in my beautiful life.
It’s a new dawn, Folks. And I’m feeling good.
“Well I came home
Like a stone
And I fell heavy into your arms
These days of dust
Which we’ve known
Will blow away with this new sun“
-I will wait – Mumford and Son