These photos don't even come close to explaining the year I've had. 2017 has been the worst and best year so far. I had really low lows. I had really high highs. I burned a few bridges that wouldn't have gotten me over a creek, but I built a few that could withstand the worst natural disasters. I found love. She wasn't waiting under a boulder that I had to pry with my fingers. She was waiting in a coffee shop, eager to love all the scars from the loves of my past. I was fired for the first time (and I'll never make bacon again), and found a family I'm beyond happy with. I've basically been adopted as a little sister, and got to almost witness the birth of my youngest little (no babies for me now, thanks Jessie). For the first time in years, I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. I'm not looking to move or find a new job. I'm staying put. There's no need for an escape plan. 2018, I'm excited for what you'll bring me ❤️
