Come back?

My birthday is New Year's Eve.  My grandparents were interrupted at a party by my birth. My across the street neighbor's were eating Chinese food with their friends - a tradition that continued for years into my childhood. My uncle had the first car accident of the New Year on the way home from visiting me.  Or something like that....

New Year's Eve 2012-13, I turned 39. I made a New Year's resolution to have more fun. (Later narrowed to wear more color). I spoke with my Dad in the morning; he told me to take the kids ice skating. I love to ice skate; it was my birthday; I had resolved to have more fun; we went.  At the rink I got a call that my father was in the ER. Before midnight I was with my mother and my sisters (well one was there virtually with every minute phone calls) at his side in the ICU. 

New Year's Eve 2013-14. I turned 40. Again, at my parents' side, but this time at my parent's house. With all my sisters. With JB and my kiddos. With all my bros-in-law. And all my nephews.  

Not sure what happened to 2013. My kids got bigger. My Dad got well. We made the crazy decision to get a puppy. My mom got a new hip. We sold an apartment, bought a house. I had a whole lot of blessings and a whole lot of first world problems. I ran a half marathon.  I blogged once.  

39 was a blur.  So far, 40 isn't. So far, in fact, 40 is great. 

My dad Facebook messaged me today. (That's another thing that happened in 2013 - my dad joined FaceBook). Time for another blog, he said.

So here it is.  I'm trying to make a come back. Hold me to it?