I could choose a picture capturing the thousands of miles I traveled this year to Atlanta, Nashville, Florida, Chicago, Colorado, Cozumel, Seattle, and Oklahoma. I could select an image that captures the miles and miles I logged while training for my first half marathon and my fourth full marathon. I could you show you a picture of the 15 books and zillions of standardized testing questions I edited (I almost fell asleep writing that). I could show you all the photos of the 83,745 (yes, I counted) DIY projects Grahm and I completed this year for our first home.
But honestly, none of that other stuff seems to matter as I look back at the last 365 days of my life. It all fades so quickly away. Only one thing, one little person who likes to kick and poke around inside my belly, can truly vivify what my 2013 was all about...
I love this picture that I took one crazy day at the end of May, because even now--8 months, 40 pounds, and several stretch marks later--I'm still that girl completely elated and terrified out of her mind. I'm no longer holding sticks I just peed on, but I still have that deer-in-the-headlights look; I'm still full of questions; and I'm still overjoyed out of my little mind at the miracle we've been so very blessed with.
Sawyer Marie, my tiny girl, you have yet to make your grand entrance into the world, but you have already made a huge impact on your mamma and daddy's year and more importantly, our hearts.
Can you come meet us already?