Can you believe it is 2015? I don't feel like it was that long ago that I was it was 1992 and I was terrified to start high school. Where did the time go? I want to be deliberate. I want to hold on to it all. I know I will fail again and again, but I want to keep trying. I want to give this to my kids - these moments, these flashes of a time when they were children. Because they most likely will have only a few memories of their own of this time. So I want to give them mine.
My first memory of this year is standing on the roof with my cell phone, attempting to steal a bit of the cold night and that moment that is the end of one thing and the beginning of another. What was has shaped me, and what is to come will shape them. It's a heavy load, and yet at night it all seems so simple. So possible.