This one was so new, at the start of my year.
We were still figuring each other out. We still are.
It has been a year of newness and colour, of finding our feet and also dancing together. It has been harder and easier than I could have predicted. We have all done so much growing. Especially me.
Indoors and out, in every season. This is one of the things I want to carry from this year - although our rhythms have been so altered and confused, we have deeply lived need for, and love of, fresh air.
Lovely lovely daughters, brave and loving and funny and smart. There have been so many more times of friction and the growing pains of a new sibling in the mix. If I could do without those bits of our year, oh I think I would!
This is my overall picture of my daughters and who they are right now: lively curiosity itself. A bundle of whats and whys and running and jumping and reading - and reading. Reading for pleasure, another new thing this year for my Jenna-girl. Mama's heart is warmed.
A little one has weaned from breastfeeding, and adjusted to not being so very much the baby. Snuggly toddler, so very sensitive to touch still. When I catch her looking outwards, it takes my breath a little.
We two fire types are collaborating more and jostling for the victory less.
I keep thinking that this year has just gone *nowhere*, so much of the same and so much work poured in to loving and raising and feeding and making ends meet, and where has it all gone? All of it has gone into the growing of a family. Growing up, and growing together, and honouring all of the spaces between us for breathing.
I am fine with having another year that is just as hard, so long as it is just as filled with these precious people, this awesome family of mine.