:: The biggy for me is a milestone birthday. Yes, I'm turning 4-0h! this year (I said it, so perhaps I'm coming to terms with it?!). Some dear friends, who are also turning 4-oh!, and I are planning a *couples-only* retreat to Mexico (or perhaps Belize) this June to
:: Getting healthy. Nothing like the end of a decade to bring perspective to where I've been. I want to enter my 4-ohs! with a healthier body and hopefully pick up running again. I had a love-hate relationship with running and, just like any other dysfunctional relationship, I want it back.
:: I want to see C get a best friend. I realized over Christmas break that he needs a go-to friend who he can do things with on a consistent basis. I felt so bad for him as he was clearly bored to tears these past couple of weeks. I know as a kid I looked forward to breaks and spending time with my best friends, so naturally I pray it happens for him soon.
:: Financial Peace. It's hard to do, but Tom and I are working towards being completely debt-free (house included). Obviously this will not happen in the span of one new year, but if we can get focused and committed to the end-game, life will be much less stressful.
:: That Tom's business grows exponentially this year. Seems like a monumental request, but would you believe that even in the recession his business grew 7% last year? I have faith that no matter what God will provide, I just selfishly want to get out of debt all that much sooner. :)
:: That I can potty-train E SOON! This has been a hit-or-miss (figuratively and literally) learning curve for both of us and E has since lost all interest in the potty. I'm hoping to make some headway once C is back in school...which will essentially mean E and me entering 3-4 days of house arrest. I will emerge victorious (or crazy, whichever comes first)!
On that note, has this ever happened to you? It's 11pm, you're exhausted and oh-so ready to lay your head on your oh-so soft pillow in your oh-so soft bed. You peel back the bed covers, crawl in and blissfully lay your head on your oh-so
soft HARD, BUMPY pillow...and find a SCARY present left to you by your 2 year old, tucked within the pillow case: