On this day last year, Dad and I were on what was supposed to be a snowboarding vacation in Whistler, BC. It didn't quite go as planned. I ended up finding out I was pregnant two weeks before we left, and spent the entire week sleeping (and puking up pretty much everything I ate!) in the timeshare we were staying at.
Dad took this hot picture of me passed out with my saltines :)
On New Years Eve, I rallied, and we went out for a nice fancy dinner. As I sipped on my ginger ale and watched the falling snow descending on the mountains outside, I felt so much excitement and anticipation for all that 2010 would bring. 2010 would be the year I would become a mother. The year I would always look back on as the biggest year of my life. The year that changed everything.
Of course, 2010 did turn out to be quite eventful. 2010 did see me become a mother. 2010 did change everything. But instead of being the best year of my life, hands-down it was the worst.
Please 2011, please be kind to me. I have never been this excited, this ready for a fresh start. I'm counting on you to give me back some of my joy. I'm counting on you to give me back a piece or two of my heart. Please don't let me down.
I miss you, Baby.