It's the time of year where people make resolutions or choose a "word of the year" or some other trend that only gets half-way followed up on. By March, the treadmills go back up for sale on Craigslist and no one remembers their "word of the year."
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One year from now, I hope you've let go of a few insecurities and picked up some new confidences.
I hope you've stopped beating yourself up for the not-perfect parenting days and cherished the ones you got right.
I hope you continued to serve in the community and can look back and see the impact made.
I hope you read at least 5 really stupid chick lit books. Just for fun.
I hope you've found a new favorite children's book because really, Click Clack Moo can't be the basis for every lesson plan you make.
I hope your faith and your understanding of God's love has grown deeper.
And finally, I hope you have come up with a better system for staying on top of the laundry around here. Using the dryer as a dresser isn't really working for us, okay?