Here we are.

Another New Year is just hours away. 

We are celebrating it by being homebodies (Wyatt is sick... and we are just homebodies).

When I look back on this year, there are a lot of highs and lows, ups and downs that flash through my mind. We've been on quite the ride of emotions, learning lessons, living life and sometimes just figuring out how to get to the next day. Sometimes we get to the next day, and don't know what to do then, either. There's been a lot of that.

My son was born this year. 

My marriage has grown.

My girl has grown.

My mom fell in love.

My heart has been full.

This year has flown.

Years fly when your heart is full.

This coming year, I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm usually pretty pro-"winging it" and hoping for the best, but this year is deserving of some intentionality. 

^I want to listen to my heart more. I want to know myself better. I want to keep it open.
^I want to love others unconditionally.
^I want to worry less, and trust more.

Happy New Year.

Revi.

Some randoms of my babes

A girl of mine.

Winkle Winkle

Whirlwinding.

This month is taking it out of me.

I'm not sure if it's my foggy mind caused by the prolonged exhaustion with no end in sight, or the simple way life can relentlessly add one more stresser the moment you start to adjust to the last.

The "thread hanging" feeling has lingered for much longer than my comfort allows and I am ready to collapse in a pile. I'm ready for some constance. Some sturdy. Rest.

One day I might look back on this year to see a time in which I was growing, learning, loving... One day I might wish I'd have savored these days more. So.

Dear future me,
I'm savoring them. Each little giggle and goofy smile. Each knowing kiss and hug. I am.