2008, the hours.

in january i wondered where friendliness had gone.
in february it was all about the greater game.
in march we went to look for america.
in april my thoughts loomed in the big yellow house.
in may, as summer rose, i felt free.
in june it was short nights and long days.
in july my brother made me feel old.
in august we built ourselves a home.
in september i went to a place i had never left.
in october things were true at first light.
in november i understood what getting up means.
in december it was once again, about believing.

2008 felt like a long journey – inside and out. it was about “we” and “us” and a little less about “i” and “me”. it was a year full of making up new dreams and going to places where i had left my old ones. it was a year of commitments, of making decisions for the future, of building ourselves and the family we will hopefully be one future day a home. it was a year of doubts, personally and professionally, but also a year of love given, being given and shared. which after all – makes me believe. do you=

i believe.