Pictures from our night in Hollywood, ringing in the New Year while also trying to nurse a sick baby back to good health...
Minutes before spending nearly an hour rocking Barrow to get him to bed.
I have been feeling particularly hopeful about the New Year --- even numbered years are always big for our family (2002 graduated college, 2006 got married, 2008 graduated from our higher ed programs, 2010 had Alice, 2012 had Barrow, etc. etc.). So I have been excited to see 2013 draw to a close.
But, Barrow's illness tapped into some superstitious part of me that feels like 2014 is going to be a struggle, since it started with such a terrible night of sleeping/comforting a feverish, congested, miserable little one. Isn't that ridiculous?!
So we're shaking it off!!! Last year was a good one, marked mostly by consistency. Michael has one major transition with his new job, but otherwise we simply grew up -- Barrow and Alice got bigger, I stayed at the same job, we reaffirmed our appreciation for our apartment. If 2014 is more of the same, we'll be terribly blessed. If it includes one or two transitions, that could be fun too.
"But when she stepped off the train in New York, her plain little face looked beautiful for a moment, as if the future were opening before her and its glow were already upon her forehead, as if she were eager and proud and ready to meet it..."