over my shoulder. I do that often these days. An what a beautiful sight I'm hit with: My son playing on his mat.
I would like to sum up 2011 in two words: blissfully difficult. It doesn't really make any sense, but that's whats this whole year has been about. Nothing made sense. Being sick for the whole pregnancy didn't make sense. Having a mild depression when the little one came didn't make sense. The little one didn't make sense. A rather difficult time.
In the midst of it all there were tiny moments that made the shady grey turn to bright pink. It was a moment of bliss. At first, I felt it just for a second so I easily brushed it away by going back to my loop of dark thoughts. Then gradually seconds turned into minutes, turning into hours.
Looking back over my shoulder and I spot the little one. I smile and hopefully will keep on smiling in 2012.