Meet the Camerons: Goodbye 2011 & Hello 2012

I've noticed that a lot of bloggers are doing 2011 review posts right now, posting cute photos and reminiscing on a year's worth of wonderful events. But I'm just not feeling it right now, so I hope you'll be OK with me breaking away from the proverbial herd. Truth is, I'm tired, and not just because we stayed up too late watching a replay of the Time Square ball drop via youtube, but in a much grander sense of the word.

Twenty-Eleven was a doosey for hubsy and me (or is it "I"?). In fact, I'd safely rate this year as the saddest and happiest, the most scary and the most hopeful, I've ever experienced. Why, you ask? You probably know many of the attributing factors from reading this here blog - which was also a notable product of 2011 - but the other reasons I guard more closely to my heart and I doubt they'll ever see the light of a computer screen. Which brings me back to being tired. These 12 months have asked me to step up my game as a wife, a woman, a Christian, a sister, a daughter, a friend, an employee... and I wasn't always sure I could deliver.

Despite the headaches and newly formed wrinkles though, I'm content with where this crazy journey has taken us. Besides... wrinkles, whether from laughter or worry, are equally earned, and are ever more proof of a life well experienced. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be tired from too much living, as opposed to bored from not enough.

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Now a little recap from our NYE (just found out that stands for "New Year's Eve")...

Brandon and I attended a party with some friends and it was everything you'd expect from an end of the year shindig: there was food, drinks, laughter, and a big countdown culminating in hugs and kisses and champagne in little plastic cups whose bottoms always fall off. Pretty standard.

Or was it?

There were festive decorations...