I'm not complaining. At least I'm trying not to complain, but I really am ready for the new beginning that a new year promises. It gives me hope, and hope is what I need.
I hope that things start to normalize for us a bit.
I hope that the behavior therapists can help the girls and help us with the girls when they struggle with their emotions.
I hope that we can figure out something that will help Hubster more with the Parkinson's, so he isn't so tired so much of the time.
I hope that we can figure out something to help the girls better with communication.
I hope that we can get a central air unit, so Hubster has a place to escape the heat this summer, since it kicked his butt last year.
I hope that I can make exercise a priority again.
I hope that I have the willpower not to drink that evil elixir that rhymes with Moctor Depper.
I hope that now we have finished the clutter on the outside of the house, we can make headway on the clutter that is within.
I hope that I can make it to my blog to post more often, because I find it therapeutic, and I miss it terribly.
I hope that I can be silent, that I might hear His voice and abide in His love even more.
And I hope that each of you has a wonderful 2016!
Happy New Year!