This year was hailed “the year of change” even before it began. Austin and I entered 2011 knowing we’d soon face a new baby, a move to a new apartment, the start of medical school, and a change in location, jobs, and income. We knew there would be challenges to overcome, adjustments to make, diapers to change, and a steep learning curve. We knew it would be difficult and spectacular and weird. We expected change.
What we didn’t expect was heartache and loss, separation and anxiety, colic and more colic. When we lost Alicia to the darkness of suicide, the pain was sharp and startling. When the baby wouldn’t stop crying after hours of jostling, the panic was real.
Here’s to another year of life and loss. May the changes be inspired and directed by love.