So far, I'm loving 2013.
New Years Eve was so much fun. We love hanging with The Lindgren's. Visty makes me feel like it's okay to be silly and stupid. Late night NYE walks carrying household items? Totally normal.
As stressful as this holiday season has been, these days have been good. Coffee with friends. Playdates. Quiet time at home with the family. I don't consider myself the type of person who gets close to many people, but the people I'm close to now......well, simply put, it's good. I like them. And I feel like they like me.
Today is the girl's birthday. Eight. Wow.
She is incredibly good natured and kind. She's also loud, occasionally overbearing, demanding, and high strung, but more than anything, she's nice. If I were 8, I would want to be friends with Lucy.
We didn't have a birthday party. Again. Part of me feels awful about this, like I'm somehow neglectful for not throwing a bash. I planned to do something this year. Really, I did. Maybe a trip to the indoor water park or to PDX Playdate, but then my car caught fire and we all got sick, and it just never happened.
But I made a cake. A cake that impressed the eight year old:
Lucy has a best male buddy. They are going to get married, write books together, and not have children just a lot of puppies. I'm totally okay with that.
Our Christmas tree is still up. But it's dry, dry, dry. It's a fire hazard at this point. And because I DO NOT want to have to call the fire department in 2013, it will be gone soon.
BUT, when I was taking out the trash tonight, I found something that made me very excited. A new, in the box, white Christmas tree that someone had put by the dumpster. I ran home and begged Jay to go get it. (He's amazing.) Of course I had to put it together and decorate it just a bit.
I can't wait until December.