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“…here I stand 6 feet small, romanticizing years ago… December 31, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 7:13 pm

It’s been a helluva a year for my little family.
The highest of highs and the lowest of lows.

A flip of the calendar.
A chance for something new.
Is 11:59 p.m. Dec. 31 that much different than midnight Jan. 1?

And no.
It’s fresh.

Will forever be the year we lost a daughter, a sister and a mother.
It was unexpected.
It hurt like hell.
You never forget making that decision.
Knowing it was for the best.
Knowing she was already gone.
Knowing in your heart, but feeling that heart break at the same time.

My identity changed forever.
I was a journalist for more than a decade.
I am no longer.
It was literally the hardest decision I’ve ever made.
I loved being a journalist.
It was all I ever wanted to be.
It was who I was.
Who I am.
But I wasn’t happy.
I hadn’t been for a long time.
No matter who I told, nobody seemed to care.
That hurt the most.

So I left.
And damn am I glad I did.

The year of #Letterbaby.
We began the journey this spring.
So much paperwork.
And hope.
We’re still on the waitlist.
There is still hope.

I baked more things than I ever knew were possible.
The generosity of our friends and family has been overwhelming.
I continue to be amazed everyday at what people are willing to do for us.
My heart is full.

I made new friends.
Reconnected with old ones.
And lost a long-time friend I never thought possible.
We welcomed two new little guys to the fold.
Memories were made.
Love was shared.

It will be a year I never forget.
A lot can happy in 365 days.
Lives can change forever.
For the good.
For the bad.
For the unexpected.
For the moments in between.

Hello, 2018.
I may be asking too much of you, but dreams never did know boundaries.
I’ll hope for the good.
Dream of the best.
And brace myself for the unexpected bumps.

Please, 2018
Be nice to us.



One Response to ““…here I stand 6 feet small, romanticizing years ago…”

  1. Adams Says:

    Not to be flippant, but there isn’t anything about dinner in here. I don’t even know how to respond.

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