2015 was a long, hard year
I won't sugar-coat it. If every new year was actually a baby like that antiquated metaphor about father time and baby new year, 2015 came into the world with complications and the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. Maybe not for everyone, but certainly for my husband and I. We rang it in quietly on my parents couch, with the ball drop broadcast on an ipad. There was no ticker-tape parade or getting dolled up. And that's ok. The reason we were there and not in Georgia with his family celebrating with lots of champagne at his older sister's huge house was because we needed a quiet getaway. Just days before the new-year, Both my husband and I received the terrible news that our incomes were possibly in jeopardy. There was no clear-cut "yes" or "no" about either situation. Mine was because of an unfortunate and possibly avoidable mistake at work. His was because he is paid by the VA to go to school and paid an allowance every month u...