2016 was, in one word, intense.
We said goodbye to the hopes of biological children, and we began the adoption process. We applied for grants, filled out paperwork until our fingers cramped, raised (and saved) over $40,000, cried, waited, and then … rejoiced.
On August 15, 2016, the love of our lives: Elias Mateo Vinson, was born.
We went through the emotional hellos and goodbyes with his birth mom. We drove from Maryland to Tennessee with a newborn, and he didn’t cry once in the extremely long car ride.
Elias went to Michigan, Chicago, and Wisconsin, and he met his grandparents, extended family, and a whole lot of friends.
Then, after years of feeling like my body hated me (gaining lots of weight, exhaustion, digestive issues, and so much more), my doctor found a volleyball-sized tumor growing (rapidly) in my abdomen. Elias was two months old.
I had surgery, pathology came back clear, and I began the long, painful road of recovery. It was brutal.
We went through ups and downs in our marriage, and we experienced so many emotions in one year. It was exhausting, exhilarating, crushing, scary, joy-filled, sweet, intimidating, frustrating, nerve-wracking, healing, redemptive, and overwhelming. It was intense.
So much life can fit into less than 200 words.
Here’s to you, 2017. Here’s to a hopefully less-chaotic year. This is the year of eating well, being active, taking baths, spending less time in front of screens, spending less time criticizing myself, and soaking in all the newborn snuggles.