Wednesday, January 2, 2013

2012.love

I welcomed 2012 with the youngest member of my family:

and bid it farewell with the oldest:

Woven through every day in between were the threads of love that bind the eldest generation with the next.

This year I fell in and out of love.  I celebrated my friends' love at weddings around the world. I cooed endlessly at the new babies born this year. I received so much caring support when I was lucky enough to be alive after getting hit by a car while riding my bicycle.  It knocked me down, bruised me up, left me out of commission for a time, but as soon as I could, I got back on my bicycle and rode again, knowing the complete beauty and freedom of riding with the wind on my face.  Even on discouraging days, I rest assured in the love from whence I've come (My grandpa said this Sunday after the Minnesota Vikings' epic defeat of the Green Bay Packers in football, "I turned off the game. Your grandma wanted to talk, and any conversation with her is more important than any football game could ever be."), the pure love exuding from and surrounding all the children I encounter, and I dare to love as best I know how.