2015 -- the year of all years.

Or, the year I learned all things. Or -- the year I felt everything. The year I basked in sheer bliss, lost my mind a couple times, breathed, worried, loved, and waited. Oh, I waited. In every way possible, all that could happen, happened. This year is winding down with fierce winds of wonder and adventure. I cannot count the ways we've been blessed, but I'd like to take each one keep them safe in my arms. With so many blessings you can almost feel vulnerable, but always remember to count them and count them good. They'll still be there. I am almost too eager for 2016 because things are really beginning in ways we never knew. To 2016, of that I know will be a good, good year.