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Tuesday, January 01, 2013

2012, An Apocalyptic Year

As I'm sitting here, safely in 2013, I can't help but reflect on the past year. If it's true that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, then it shouldn't be too long before I'm able to bench press a semi.

January was pretty quiet, and the year actually started off okay. Then, February 3rd, my sense of peace was rocked to the core when Ryan had a seizure unexpectedly. When it happened, I was sure I was watching him die, and I don't think I've really relaxed since then.

March was super busy, but ok. The kids had their first ballet performance, and while it was exhausting, it was a blast.

Then in April, our life gets rocked again when out of the blue, someone from the state shows up to let us know they're taking our house to tear it down and widen a road.

The summer included things like our van needing expensive repairs, Ryan splitting open his knee so bad it required nine stitches, crutches, and an immobilizer that ran from his hip to his ankle, and my step mom's father dying.

The fall brought me finding out I have skin cancer, having biopsies and surgery, and the fun from that still hasn't ended, because just last week I pulled out a few stitches that had been accidentally left behind. I also had the fun of having one of those calls where the hubby starts off by saying "We're all ok, BUT. . ." He was riding with Ryan in his truck when they hit a slick patch and rolled off the interstate. Looking back through the pictures reminds me once again of how lucky we were that they both survived it.

We've finished out the year by finding out we need to move out by the end of February so the state can take the house, their offer is really crappy, and the house we really really wanted got bought before we could put in an offer. At least December 31 brought the news that we are pre-approved to buy a new house. (something we had been sweating a little.)

So, even though the Mayans were wrong, and the world didn't end, it sure felt like it might several times for us this past year.

Welcome 2013, please be a boring year for us. We could use it.

1 comment:

Lorie said...

Definitely kept it busy, ma'am. I'm hoping for at least a month of drama free for you. Big hugs!