Finding the words to welcome this new year has not come easily. I am not sure I was ready for twenty sixteen. Twenty fifteen sort of sailed by. We had a busy end of the year from October events, to Thanksgiving and my high school reunion, to cookie baking weekends and Christmas celebrations. It was a whirlwind and I just never felt caught up.
We began the new year with a walk to West Street Beach. Thomas was excited to try out his new wetsuit. The brave boy was the only one in the water at the entire beach. The rest of us searched for sea glass and shells, played in the tide pools, and watched Thomas catch the waves.
With the twins turning two, I am excited to be more mobile this year and spend more time getting out and about.They are at the age now where getting around without carriers or a stroller is…well…possible, at least. On top of that I hope to start working more. I’m focusing on a list of goals and getting it all done–something I didn’t quite do last year.
Being down at West centers us. It reminds us why we are so grounded here, why we became a family, and most of all how lucky we are to have one another. I look forward to a twenty sixteen full of love, adventure, and getting stuff done.
That boy, I swear, he’s everything.