I feel like finishing 2015 should earn me some sort of prize. It was hard, damn hard. And I kept on rising to meet all of my responsibilities as hard as I could. Some other shit happened, but all I really take away from 2015 is that we got through it.
The sadness is still there. But there is also some hope. We have gotten the ball rolling on Special Needs Adoption through the foster system. I hope that this is the year we become parents.
And I want to do more yoga and shit, too.