In 2014, in The Year of Our Overlord Forest Tent Caterpillars (ugh), we grew things. We grew plants and flowers and vegetables and a daughter.
I took photos – lots of them featured me sitting on the couch trapped underneath a baby – and drank coffee and travelled and learned to cook better food for our family. We ate Persians for the first time. We hosted family members, and parties. We battled endless piles of snow, relished the warm sun when it finally arrived, went to a wedding, started Friday Night Meatballs, visited the lactation consultant roughly 1000 times, painted a lot, felt good, felt bad, felt happy, felt awesome. I washed a million bottles and cried a lot. It was a busy year.
When I started going through photos snapped in the last 12 months I realized that this has felt like the longest year of my life. The early months don’t even feel like they were part of 2014 – they feel like an entire lifetime ago. Normally I do a month-by-month recap of my year but I don’t want to, this year. I want to let the photos speak for themselves. There is no rhyme or reason – I just picked the ones that felt nice, or significant, or funny.
Maybe this is more for me than for you, but maybe they’ll make you smile, too.