#chasepartyof7

Someone recently asked me if 2024 was good to me.

Yes?

I mean, I think it was.

I suppose I didn’t really accomplish anything worth mentioning. I didn’t get to finish a project or meet any goals or lose a bunch of weight or save a bunch of money. I didn’t take a trip around the world or get the chance to do something I’ve always wanted to do.

I forgot about my resolution the second week of January and I definitely didn’t do anything cool enough to claim 2024 as my year.

But.

I did get to see falling stars, and chase rainbows, and go to concerts, and fly on planes.

I got to be hugged by my husband in our kitchen for no reason at all.

And I got to be in love, have good friends, and be a good friend.

I got to go to the county fair, eat a funnel cake and drink the best milkshake ever made.

I got to hold babies, watch fireworks, and meet new friends.

I got to stand proud and feel tears run down my cheeks and watch two of my sons become firefighters. And I got to watch two others do what they’ve dreamed of doing for years.

I got to talk to my mom on the phone every day, take a road trip with my youngest son and see the northern lights in my back yard.

I got to hug my sister’s daughters more times this year than I probably ever have.

I got to care enough about things to cry over them, see a dark sky in the middle of the day, and had the privilege of being my dad’s “person” when he was taken in for surgery.

I got to laugh, and make people laugh and be greeted by my dog every time I got home.

I made it home.

Every. Dang. Time.

I got to see the sunrise, watch the sunset, and sleep in on weekdays.

I got to visit my sister, celebrate Christmas Eve with my niece and nephew and watch my youngest son score a touchdown.

I got to watch two of our sons graduate high school, I helped my oldest son move out and I got to see my daughter that isn’t actually mine try on wedding dresses on a Friday morning.

I complained too much about how things have changed and how quickly time has passed. But it’s true.

I got sunburned and went swimming and even listened to live music with my brother and sister in New York City. We heard our favorite artist sing some of our favorite songs and the last minute trip became a night I’ll never forget.

And maybe none of these things amount to big things or extraordinary things or even things worth bragging about but I got to do all of these things and feel all of these things and make all of these beautiful memories.

So, the short answer is yes.

2024 was good to me.

Even if it wasn’t my year.