2013 was a great — albeit sometimes difficult — year.
I had a baby, who decided to turn up five weeks early and then had to spend three weeks in the hospital. I saw my husband through two surgeries — one minor and one major (a new knee!) — and my cat through one. I watched my little brother get married and then, a month later, one of my cousins. I mourned the loss of my great uncle, David. I introduced my son to his great grandfather. I quit my job.
With everything that’s happened in the past year, it’s hard to imagine that 2014 might have even more in store.
I’m not a very superstitious person but, like any good Southerner, I always make sure to usher in the New Year with black-eyed peas and a mess of greens….