Love, Health, and Happiness

I ended 2012 and welcomed 2013 (and my 34th birthday) in a way I never have before- dying. Dramatic dying, from the cursed influenza, that I caught on new year's eve eve. Em and I both had it, and it wasn't pretty.


 


We only left the couch to move to bed, and spent at least forty of those first 48 hours asleep.  I'm still not completely recovered, with the flu giving way to bronchitis, an only slight improvement.





My husband, the amazing man that he is, made our new year and my birthday as wonderful as it could be though.  It becomes so apparent to me at times like this, when I'm stressed and overwhelmed and hurting, how much he does for me, for our family. How happy he makes me. I have this thing where I keep problems inside and they build up and eventually overflow and he's always at the bottom of that nasty current, reminding me to breathe and calm down, forever patient with my moods.





Which leads me to my 2013 resolutions: I want to find more ways to let Clay, and all the people I love, know how much I love and appreciate them. And I want to voice my problems as they come, acknowledge them, then let them go. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Cliched, but true.





So here's to an amazing 2013, filled with love, health, and happiness. And don't worry fabulous birthday shorts, I'll find an occasion to wear you before next new year's eve.