A new year

At 11:59 on New Year's Eve Steve and I crept into Mila's room with two glasses of champagne. We counted down to midnight and in hushed voices above her crib wished our sweet girl a happy new year.

Nothing drives home how fleeting time is than celebrating the New Year. 2010 was the year that changed my life and I was sad to see it go. Besides Mila, other things happened but it all pretty much pales in comparison. 2011 is going to be tough for our family--but I know if we stick together we'll come out on the other side stronger than ever. Happy New Year.

p.s. The sweater Mila's wearing is the first thing I've knitted since her birth--well, unless you count some knitted candy corns around Halloween...progress!