This year, it was so easy to get caught up in the hard, but I have realized that only focusing on the hard meant missing the joy- the little things that turned into the big things, the seemingly unimportant moments that quickly turned into life-changing moments. I remember so many laughs in January . I remember allowing myself to dream. I remember allowing myself to relax. I remember many phone conversations filled with laughter, realizing yet again that friendship has a healing power; I remember being terrified that I was going to mess something up (sometimes I still am). In February, I remember anxiety surrounding my living situation. I remember a birthday chat with my sweet R, thankful that I have such a sweet relationship with her, and grateful that at 12 years old she thinks it's still cool to talk to me. I remember so many conversations with one of my girls as she transitioned into motherhood, encouraging her as she navigated a difficult relationship, reminding h...