2016 was the worst, right? I mean, everyone died, and we elected a Cheeto for president.
Except that it really wasn’t. I mean, 2016 was pretty good on a personal level.
I got a new job, and we moved to Milwaukee.
We rented a house with a yard, one of the things I wanted to do before I was 30.
We had friends come to visit for long weekends of fun.
We decided to get married.
These two kids GOT married on a beautiful day in November.
I traveled all over the country. I am a pro at planes now. And at drinking in airports.
Herself remains alive, though she has defied death in more ways than I care to count.
Bad things have happened, too, but what’s the point in dwelling on them? They will have less hold on us than the good things in no time at all, especially if we choose to let the good things that make us happy define us.