This was the year I turned forty.
Bought a new house, intending to stay longer than two years for the first time in eleven years.
Lost a pregnancy.
Watched many friends be out of work, and a few lose their houses.
Built some bridges with parents, step-parents, in-laws, and step in-laws.
Nearly agonized over the consideration of having another child... or not.
Ran some, sat some.
Homeschooled some more.
Felt elated, apprehensive, connected, and lonely - often in a two-minute time span.
Enjoyed practicing hospitality.
Gave up sugar for a year, and it lasted four and a half months.
Prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed that God would cure me of my temper.
Celebrated birthdays, anniversaries, and milestones in the lives of the people I love.
Made some friends, lost a few (people leave Vegas often).
Tried to bring women closer to Jesus and each other at Moms' Group.
Gave the mice away.
Laughed a lot with my husband. Scowled at him a few times, too.
All in all, am ending the year a few steps closer to God. That's pretty good if you ask me.