It's going to be a lovely year

So it's the first day of the New Year and the last day of my vacation.

And I guess the world didn't end. It's not such a laughable concept though.

But I'm not talking about the end of the world. Just about today, 1 January 2013.

16 weeks and I will become a mother. One with a live, screaming child.

But hopefully a child that just coos, don't ask me how to spell it.

Mr Smith may get the job offer we're looking for and that may mean we'll be in Winston-Salem for another few years. And chances are, we'll continue to live in the same apartment.

I'm looking up diaper deals (Amazon mom & diapers.com) and still deciding on one of those diaper bags. What kind of stroller do we think we'll need? (not the one Mr Smith nor I could intuitively unfold in the store). Do we need to let that dictate the car seat? These are the current questions. Will our baby be healthy? Will the pregnancy continue without complications? I pray nursing will keep us from needing formula. I pray all the costs will be outnumbered so that loans don't haunt us for too long. So that one day, we can afford to think about a home. Next year, I will have all these questions & worries answered.

But today is still today, it's one more day to pray harder and read for longer. It's one more day to keep the faith and love better. It's one more day I have with Mr Smith and a growing belly that kicks me with love (I only ever got cramps that one night I wrote about it so that's good). It's one more day I could get back on that exercise bike and build my heart's strength. It's one more day I can make new friendships or reconnect with old ones. It's one more day I could strive to do something different or the same.

I have been incredibly blessed since those single days of "I don't know what I'm doing with my life"

I just kept moving. I kept living each day with the hope of tomorrow, but the love for today.

Even when it's cold and gross outside. Even when I'm in the same sweatshirt I've worn all week with a dinner stain. Even when New Years Eve is spent in bed with my lover bundled up because we're trying to save on the electric bill and are just married-old-tired-farts. It's so much better with his body warmth & love & support.

I'm so glad I don't have to run away from the slow dances anymore.

Our Heavenly Father has blessed us with minds & bodies that allow us to create, to strengthen and to serve. I'm grateful for these blessings. Cheers to a new year and an awesome today.

Love, K

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