I’m a little late. So sue me. I don’t really make New Year’s Resolutions because I never follow through. That doesn’t mean I don’t hope for things though. I hope a lot.
I hope to be more understanding about the way people live their lives.
I hope to make a wonderful wife to Mike.
I hope to learn to cook…at least one dish.
I hope that Parenthood never goes away, because I can’t fathom another October Road. I cannot go through it again…not knowing what happened to Nick and Hannah, or whether Nick or Eddie is Sam’s father. I can’t!
I hope to read more… What’s reasonable? 10 books this year?
I hope that reading more makes me want to write more.
I hope that I can keep up this running and crunching thing. Because I’m kinda starting to like the way I look.
I hope I love my wedding dress even more when it gets here. Who knew it took 6-8 months? I’m dying to see her again!
I hope Mike to go somewhere exciting for our March anniversary.
I hope we get to go somewhere even more exciting for our honeymoon.
I hope we start the processing of buying a house. We went to an open house and it truly ignited a fire in me to have a space of my own. I love our townhouse, but to have a home…and to quit wasting money on rent.
I hope we can save a ton of money this year.
I hope the jeweler we’re working with sends me designs of my wedding band soon.
I hope our engagement session is beautiful.
I hope I’m pregnant when 2014 starts.
I hope all my knocked up friends have wonderful pregnancies and deliveries and that their nuggets are all healthy and happy.
I hope to find ways to show Mom & Dad how much I appreciate all they do for me.
I hope my Grandma keeps her chin up and keeps moving.
I hope the economy settles back into 1990s mode.
I hope that our country heads in the right direction.
I hope I talk to God in a more focused sense…rather than randomly throughout the day.
I hope I learn to like tea over coffee.
I hope I can quit eating marshmallows the way I do. No lie, I have 4-5 bags stashed around my house. And I just killed the Peeps.
I hope I can find tons of cute skirts for cheap.
I hope that camping becomes a common activity this summer.
I hope that Mike will take me fishing…a lot.
I hope none of my pre-determined baby names become popular.
I hope I begin to feel like an adult.
I hope I never lose the “kid” in me.
I hope that all the girls I went to college with can make peace. I hope they realize that we only get one group of college friends and that we’re being idiots not seeing each other more often.
I hope I find an identity I can be proud of.
I hope I can find the “country” I seem to have misplaced.
I hope I go to more concerts.
I hope that country music turns around for the better.
I hope to find one crafty bone in my body.
I hope for one of the best years of my life, in 2013 and beyond.