I was ready for a New Year. November and December seemed to fly by and yet seemed to last forever. We lost Paul's grandfather at the beginning of December, which was hard on all of us, but especially the boys. They seem to have gotten back to a sort of normality, each still struggling and dealing in their own way. I've learned a few things about myself also in the last few months. Sometimes rocks even crumble every once in a while. So I am grateful for a brand new year; here's praying that it will be a smoother one for our family than the latter part of last year.
