The first snow flurries of the New Year are falling across
the winter brown that is all of Oklahoma this time of year. Half packed up
boxes of Christmas decorations and gifts lay strewn about our living room and
while I am ready for a fresh clean in the house, I am left feeling a little
like, “what? Christmas is over? How can
it be January already?”
Sitting here with a bubbling glass of left over champagne
from last night’s festivities and I am marinating on all of my hopes and desires for
the upcoming year; I am also filled with anticipation and determination for
making my hopes reality.
The Cowboy and I have been married not quite 3 pretty much
awesome months, most of which was spent building a Fort Knox style fence
intended to keep our pups contained in our new family’s yard, and from which
they promptly escaped not more than two hours the day after they moved in. I am totally behind in wedding thank you note
writing, the garage is still full of unpacked treasures that I have no idea
where to stow in our new home, and the financial realities of newlywed life are
constantly trying to put a damper on my newlywed bliss. Like the disapointment over how at our new house it is going to be all but impossible for me to grow anything but sandburs in our sandbox of a yard. But sometimes, like right now, while my
husband sings worship songs in the living room as he is folding laundry in the
last few minutes before he has to head out the door to work, I can’t help but
be overwhelmed with how blessed my life is.
Sandburs and all.
In this moment, I am
not worried about fiscal cliffs, or what craziness awaits me at the office
tomorrow, or even how the champagne I am sipping right now is sooo not allowed
on the New Year detox I was going to start today.
Right now I am filled with hope.
It is the New Year. And it is happy.
And I have champagne.
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