2015 was the worst and the best year of my life.
That sounds cliche…”it was the best of times; it was the worst of times”…but I have been thinking on this for awhile. It’s true.
I was pregnant, which as you know if you have been following along, was hard enough without having to mourn. Twice.
I lost two animals last year: Duke and my best friend’s Arabian, Shakahn. I’ve already expressed my thoughts on losing my baby dog. But Shakahn was very important to me as well. I leased him for awhile. He was the closest I have ever come to owning a horse. But more than that, he was my partner for many years. He was around before any of my dogs and I have memories of sobbing into his neck when life kicked me in the shins. He was family.
I also lost my best and oldest human friend. Not to death, no. But that is a story for another time.
But in 2015, I also met one of my favorite people, one of my inspirations–Lacey Sturm. I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to do so considering her band was commercially successful. I didn’t even really think she would tour as close to my town as she did. But it was amazing. The concert was a dream come true and even better, was meeting her in person.
And my daughter was born. I didn’t grow up thinking or even wanting to be a mom and now I feel complete. Honestly, I am still blown away by the enormity of my love for her.
So, while I usually start the new year with much cynicism because each year ends up being worse than the last, Bella has brought great potential for joy in 2016.