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My annual New Years resolution performance review
Today, Kel and I were taking an afternoon walk up Locust Creek, usually a 30-ish minute up-and-back where we turn around at the meadow about three quarters of a mile past our house. We did the same thing last New Year’s Eve, and while I don’t remember everything we talked about, I know that I love these walks with my wife. It’s some of the best time we can spend together as a couple–enough time for a good conversation and always free of the (kid) distractions that (kids) often pop up.
This was a pretty good year, we decided. Really good.
There have certainly been harder years, both collectively for us and the world. And that’s not to say this year was easy by any stretch–there were times of loss, times of sickness, times of difficulty. It’s hard to look back at the entire year, though, and not feel like it was incredible. The kind where I can only think to shake my head and pray for counsel on what to do with it all.
This past January I set out my annual list of New Years resolutions, and keeping with tradition, I’m offering an honest assessment of how it’s gone.
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Friday morning, and for a late February day it’s already much warmer than it ought to be. Highs today and through the weekend will climb into the 70s. The roses are budding, the bulbs are pushing shoots out of the ground, and spring is threatening. It’s too early–we’re at least a couple of weeks ahead of schedule, if not more, and a cold snap could bring a lot of heartache. March snow is a real thing in North Carolina, even if we’re all but sunbathing ten days after Valentine’s.
Kelly is in Las Vegas for a meat-up, and yesterday and today I’ve woken up early to play varsity parent. There’s a lot to do on a regular school day: breakfasts, lunches, puppies, hair, packing, drop-off. The kids are very helpful. This morning I put in Annie’s earring after I accidentally tugged it out while brushing her hair. It occurred to me I’d never once poked an earring through her ear. She was a good sport about it.
Not only am I parenting solo, but Kel’s minivan went into the shop this week to get a nose job (read: new bumper to replace the one that got a hole in it when she got into a bump-up almost a year ago in Hickory). While the minivan was in Franklin for repairs, Kel was driving my car, and I’ve been driving Woodrow the Wagoneer.