The first half of the year was spent preparing for Africa. And we learned why they call it Yellow Fever. Trust us, you don't want Yellow Fever.
We fit in a quick trip to London for what we thought was the first of many hops over the Atlantic. This was before we knew our time on the East Coast was coming to an end.
The second half of the year was spent frantically preparing for Denver.
Somewhere in between these big things were nestled lots of little things. This year held a lot of hope for the future. There was a revival of focus and planning in dawrighthouse, which is satisfying for the Type A Firstborns. B's job changed and included a lot of responsibility. She got a tattoo in the midst of it. G nerded it up like never before and included new fleets, new paints, new games and new friends to his collection.
Many books were read.
Our friends' kids grew and became little people; friends had children; some of the kids started school (which doesn't seem possible because how can we be that old? How can we be adults like that?)
More books were read.
There was the Great Summer of Decluttering, as G puts it. More manual labor than I care to talk about at this point. More decluttering needs to happen, but that's 2013's problem. 2012 is calling it quits and putting its feet up on the couch, sipping on a martini and wiping its brow.
We spent most of our hard-earned money at REI, for one reason or another. Boy, that rebate check better be a good one, so we can have a shopping spree here shortly. We had a semi-cross-country road trip and discovered that Kansas rivals Tennessee as The Longest State to Drive Across and is quite possibly a time warp as well.
We began the first of many exploration trips in and around CO. Friends have already visited and more are planning to come!
More books were read.
G racked up over 20,000 frequent flyer miles within 2.5 months and can now travel roundtrip to anywhere on the continent for free. We <3 Frontier Airlines. Orca represented as well.
B got reunited with the bun bun and she moved in for good!
G is not the only one with some miles under his belt; this year B walked 185 miles to work and climbed 180 flights of stairs. And lives to tell the tale.
B survived the year with no kidney stone issues, thank you LORD. No hospital visits for either of us. A sad diagnosis for Orca, but all things considered, she is doing well and is as frisky and demanding as can be. We are thankful for another good year with the bun bun. We will look back on this as a real blessing.
Even with all these changes, we are still on the threshold of more. G is *this close* to solidifying a job transfer and moving out here. B's job continues to evolve. We have more settling to do, and much more exploring to do, and who even knows what next year holds.
Thank you God, and 2012, for these things.
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