Not that a year is a long time, by any stretch of the imagination. Well, not when you're 33, anyway. But still. I have at least 350 photos that I took for this project- and more when you start counting up all the ones I didn't use on a given day. That's a lot of little moments for me to remember. And if I didn't quite meet my goal of crowding out all the bad, well... maybe it was an impossible goal to begin with. At least I tried. And as shitty as the worst parts of this year were (and I will say they might in fact go down as the absolute shittiest) (please dear stars let them go down as the shittiest) at least the best parts were mind-blowingly, joy-fillingly, sparkler-lightingly good. We take the bitter with the sweet, and all that.
Speaking of sweet (and bitter) Nathan and I are now back in the 'Couve- but we had a wonderful family breakfast this morning before we took off, and my brother made us all smoothies using one of his Christmas gifts:
|this is the rainbow I prefer to taste|