New Year’s Eve. Finally. I, for one, am more than happy to bid 2012 farewell.
I think it can safely be said that this has been the hardest year of my life. I had three weeks of bliss when I thought I would be having another baby, and 10 days of escape in London, and the rest of the year was pretty craptastic. I don’t have much good to say about it. I am glad it’s on its way out.
And I don’t yet have the courage to believe that 2013 will be any better, but I am ever hopeful. With a new year, there is the chance of a new beginning, something grander and more beautiful than what we have now. Up until this year, 2009 had been the hardest year of my life. I spent all 365 days immersed in TTC and infertility. I greeted 2010 with little optimism and lots of fear. Little did I know that, just three months later, I would conceive and, by the end of the year, a baby would be in my arms. I did not know. I could not know.
Today, as we prepare to welcome another year, that is my only reassurance: I did not know what was coming, but it came anyways and it — she — was perfect. I hope some of you can draw hope from that as well. You just never know what is in store for you. Things can change, for better or worse, in the blink of an eye. The greatest blessing of your life, the miracle you have waited for, can arrive at any given moment. Often when you least expect it. It can happen.
Happy New Year, friends. May 2013 be the Year of Dreams Fulfilled for all of you.