Happy 2014 everyone. Looks like we made it another year, despite my overconsumption of champagne and cream based party dips over the past several weeks.
We rang in the New Year with style and class as always here at our humble abode under homemade party hats constructed out of Red Solo cups, because these are the things we resort to when there’s not a New Years headband to be found for miles.
And we’re crafty, you know.
Or something like that…
Anyway, yesterday when the smoke had cleared from the unsuccessful egg bake I attempted to make for my guests, Husband and I shuffled around the house, ate leftover dip and pasta and reminisced a bit about the year we left behind us.
We both came to the conclusion that it went too fast. So fast, that most of our memories are a blur.
But there are some favorites we could agree on, fun little tidbits of 2013 that will hang on with us forever.
Like making a bon fire and attempting to curl on the stock dam and sled down the big hill outside our house with all the friends we could convince to come and visit us,
the long trip to Montana to sing under the mountains,
my cousin’s wedding that brought all the relatives together,
the arrival of the cabin on the spot the old house used to sit,
the construction of the deck and celebrating turning 30 under the stars.
It was the year of the wild berries and impossible hornets,
and what feels like a million words written and a thousand songs sung.
It was the year of Juno,
a big March snow storm,
so much rain we never got out of the mud,
the coldest December of my life, a master bathroom project that threatened to end me and some of the best horses we’ve ever had on this place.
It was the year we didn’t quite get what we wanted but tried our damnedest anyway.
It was a good year, one, as always, spent behind the camera.
Because life is beautiful.