Music: Wild Child by Brett Dennan
Ok. Here’s the deal – well, there’s three deals with this video
- I know the photos go by fast. The music is fast and our year was fast. Really fast. Super-duper, crazy pants fast. Caffeine induced, sleep deprived, pedal to the medal fast. Get the idea?
- I know it’s a day late. Instead of sticking to my self-imposed deadline of end-of-day New Years Day, we all piled into the car spur of the moment for tubing with friends. We flew down the mountain, froze our buns off, and laughed like crazy. Having “big” kids is a blast.
- I know it’s not enough. This little video doesn’t tell even a tenth of our 2014 story. It was a year that demanded a lot and required we let some things fall through the cracks. This blog and my documenting the little moments slid very neatly into said cracks.
2014 was work. It was Brian working full-time at his day job and full-time on the magazine. It was me juggling magazine and client work. It was Little M heading off to kindergarten. It was Grrr potty training like a boss. It was business trips booked with a quick 13 hour’s rest at home in-between. It was blowing past 100,000 miles on our car and more airline flights than the entire decade before it. It was chocolate and caffeine, naps and all-nighters. It was learning a level of sleep deprivation that newborns couldn’t teach and levels of satisfaction that being an employee could never achieve. We worked hard in 2014 so that 2015 would be different.
On December 28th, I turned 32.
On December 29th, Brian ended employment at his day job.
On December 30th, we began a new phase.
2015 is our year.
Those of you who watched the video four times in a row like Brian, were sure to catch glimpses of great things like…
- Little M attempting to steal Grr’s sandwich
- Our house changing colors because we paid someone to paint it and it was the most luxurious thing I’ve ever done
- Grrr loosing his mind over s’mores
- Little M getting knighted by a random boy we met in the Montana woods
- Me attempting to sneak our great-nephew into my purse
- Fang gloating after one the eight or nine times he escaped our yard this summer
This is the FIFTH year in pictures video I’ve made for our family. I can’t watch all five in a row without wanting another baby* and a neck brace from all the whiplash. Time flies friends.
**So not gonna happen. Obviously.Comment