I don't usually write New Year's Resolutions or even pick a
word for the year. I guess my life just happens. But I do so love the new year
and the possibilities it brings. I love turning the calendar to a new page,
sharpening a brand new pencil to a pointy tip, and starting anew with an untouched
planner book.
I love to think about the year gone past and dream about the
things I want to accomplish and finish in the coming year. I'm always full of
grand ideas in the beginning of January and my book is full of lists. That
doesn’t mean that all things come to fruition but I like to focus on what has.
Also, going ‘home’ for Christmas brings out my analytical
side and I go back to the place that birthed me, the place I became who I am,
with fond memories. So much has changed, but so much has not. I’ve gone full
circle (maybe a few times) with accepting the changes, seeing the good here,
seeing the good there, and just simply adjusting.
Really, my life is so much the same as always. I look out my
window and watch the lazy snowflakes fluttering down. I sit by my cozy
fireplace and watch the flames dancing while I drink my coffee. I have ten
pairs of jeans drying on the upstairs railing and the heaters cranked out full
blast to recompense for the -32C wind-chill. I have bread rising on the warm
stovetop and toys littering the floor and clean laundry that needs folding.
Of course, some things are different as the new year starts.
Colby is taller, has a lower voice and longer jeans. Zach is still a little boy
in some ways but he’s going to be bigger than Colby, broader, maybe. And his
mind goes a mile a minute, devouring whole series of books in one gulp, playing
and collecting every imaginable game and he has enough tenacity to build a full
sized skating rink of his own accord. And probably the biggest change is in
Wyatt who is almost four instead of almost three. I think you can start to tell how hard his
father has worked on his choleric nature. He’s a man’s man. He’s three going on
seventeen and knows a whole lot more than anyone in our household. Sometimes we
sigh and sometimes we laugh and most of the time we try to focus on the future
and where we’re heading with them all.
More changes in our life include Pat’s folks returning from
their one-year stint in Windowrock, Pat selling the welding shop in Delisle
with plans to build again here on our farm, and Trevor & Robins move to
Ontario. These are all rather significant changes in our lives.
So today I sit, thankfully, prayerfully, with laughter welling
and tears brimming, remembering and looking forward, accepting and holding
tightly to the beautiful season of change I’m in.
