Probably because while the worst thing that we could possibly endure happened on August 9th, the best thing that we could possibly hope for happened for the preceding 221 days of the same year.
Our family was complete, and Quinn was our shining star.
|summertime pops on the stoop|
|so proud of their platter for daddy's father's day gift|
|Quinn's got the whole world in her hands (aka mommy's sunglasses and Colin's face)|
|this was an HUGE deal - she hadn't allowed anyone else to hold her in a long time :)|
|during our Maine trip|
I head into 2014 knowing that never will a year in my life be as good as this one was. Never will I hold Quinn on my left side, her face smooshed into my shoulder, or on my right hip to face out to the world and enjoy the sights and, most of all, the breeze. Never again will I hear her laugh in person, see her grimace when she didn't get her way, or see her eyes light up with any of us walk into the room. I won't have the hope of just one more milestone, or one more chance to do x, y or z.
|taking it in|
|clearly something didn't go precisely her way lol|
|one of my favorites - so in love :)|
|spreading her love around... this grin was for Reid and Reid alone <3|
2013 also brought us - largely by way of Quinn - the most intimate knowledge of goodness I have ever had the pleasure of encountering, which in turn has increased the goodness in us. The year opened with the unbelievable benefit my family and our friends hosted back in January and continued throughout the year via well-wishes in the mail, on Facebook, comments on the blog.
The unexpected mentions of others who have thought of Quinn and unprovoked acts of kindness of friends, family and strangers alike.
The group of women, most of whom I have never and may never meet in person, who banded together and have provided our family with home cooked meals every week since my surgery in September. Who most recently surprised us by picking up the tab on a Poconos getaway the four of us took for a few days after Christmas.
The incredible photographs captured by those wonderful photographers.
The goodness of our friends and family helping out with the boys while I am physically down and out, with nary a complaint.
Of course, this year has brought more than its share of bad times. Too many diagnoses of cancer - mine, my uncle, additional scares with an aunt and the loss of a cousin too soon. Friends who are learning they may never dig their way out of the debt they incurred, through no fault of their own, because of Hurricane Sandy. Typhoons, Hurricanes, shootings - much unnecessary heartache and violence.
And of course, the loss of Quinn. For me, that loss is not something that ends with the passing of December 31st, with some calendar's determination of a new beginning. It is a loss that will stay with me forever. But 2013 was the year in which we really had her. And for that reason, I could never bid it good riddance or be glad to see it go.
So instead of Happy New Year, I bid you all Happy Every Day.
|Quinn loved to grab our noses and faces.|
There was actually a good month where she would.NOT fall asleep
without her hand squeezing the crap out of my nose lol
|first night in her big girl bed!|
|loving all that space to roll :)|
|look-a me, so pretty!|
|so happy on her only birthday|