Full

The holiday celebrations have been plenty, with a few days of rest in between. But now, the tree is down, champagne has been drunk, and I am ready to start a new year.

Traditionally, at the end of each year, I reflect over my own achievements or life-changing moments, adding them up as proof that I have lived, always believing in self improvement. And for years now, I have had a proud list full of college degrees, new jobs, a marriage, new homes, and most importantly new lives.

But not this year. Nothing of that magnitude.

At first, this realization stung. How could this year have passed without any significant life event to show for myself?

But no sooner, a peace settled over me, and I knew that this year has been the fullest year of my life.

Though I may not have accomplished something large, rewarding me with a new document, such as a college degree or birth certificate, what I have done is great. And if the proof isn't in the pages of this humble blog or the photos I have taken along the way, it is in:

my son's midnight snuggles,
my baby's sweet voice,
my daughter's irresistible smile,
my husband's comforting embrace.

And that adds up to truly living. Something most wonderful.