…in a year.

A 3:00 a.m. thought. But also a post I’ve been meaning to write.

It’s hard to believe that this time last year, Lucy was not even in the plan. Now she’s here, and she’s my whole life.

This time last year, we’d just gotten Merlin. Now he rules the house. Don’t tell Annie.

This time last year, we were in the middle of renovating and updating and the sounds of construction were the constant soundtrack of our days. It’s quiet around here now, except when Lucy cries, which is not often.

This time last year, I don’t think I could have imagined what things would look like today. How tiring and wonderful and short the days would be, and how much love my heart could hold, and just how happy we could be in our cozy little farmhouse, the three of us and our crazy pets.

I wonder what things will look like this time next year. I’m excited for all the joys and memories to come.