It’s ten days into 2018 and I’ve finally started to remember to write 2018 instead of 2017. Which means 2018 must be here to stay, right? 🙂
We kicked off the New Year with a sick baby – full blown coughing, sneezing, snot drizzled everywhere, low-grade fever, no sleep…oh the joys of parenthood.
And just as the kiddo started to get better…the husband got sick. And then just as he started to get better…yup, you guessed it…I got sick.
Which is why this is being written ten days into 2018, instead of on the 1st of January.
A couple of years ago I learned about One Word 365 from my sweet blogger friend Sarah. And heading into 2016, I just knew with a strange certainty that the word for that year would be “Immanuel” – God With Us.
At the time, I had no idea that my first-born son would be born in 2016, 10.5 weeks early. There was no way to anticipate the up and down journey it would all be, and that my one word – Immanuel – would become such an anchor for us in that season.
Heading into 2017, I felt such conviction that it would be a year of miracles. We had just witnessed our little 29 weeker thrive in the NICU, surprise the doctors despite all of his medical diagnoses, and come home before his expected due date.
But there I was, the last day of 2017, permanently situated on my glider as I tried to rock a very cranky, sniffly little boy to sleep. Read more…