On the last day...

On the last morning, of the last day of the year I stopped, and sat under the Mulberry tree to pray, and write, and examine just how to file in my mind, and phrase  in this space - these past twelve calendar months...

January began with a long hot Summer.  And in February, a baby was born.  My Oliver George...

In March I turned 33 - and vowed it be a year I would walk once again to greet the mornings atop Round Hill and welcome the sun with my arms outstretched!

April saw Easter celebrated, and May brought Autumn's colours to the scenery, and my wardrobe!

June and July were cold and best spent inside with my arms around the people I love...

With the beginning of August came two of my baby's birthdays only 3 days apart from one another - a joyous time for my two curly tops!  Also in August it was to be the last Tullys live show for what now has been too long a long time - I know our performing days are far from over - but there is certainly a sadness in my heart, for every Saturday night that goes by, when I am not singing my heart out to a crowd of people...

But in September there were new adventures to be had!  Lessons in Swing Dancing!  And like any good adventure - there were times of abject terror and (more often) moments of so much fun I cannot tell you!  And with this new rhythm for my feet has come a new genre' of music to learn, fall in love with and perhaps perform in the near future - I'm talking to you, 2012! 

October was turbulent.  Our limits tested.  But our faith never wavering - the result of which has made our family's love even stronger.  Unbreakable in fact.  And that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!  Ah ha!

November was precious with Spring in full bloom - and meaningful with our Emma Victoria turning 14 years old.  And spontaneous seasonal outdoor picnicking was practiced early, and often!

And dear December has been both reflective and celebratory - Jamie and I toasted to 15 years of marriage & best friendship.  Christmas was a delight and a joy to us all - and the older I get, the more I seem capable of savouring it's every minute.

So on the last night, of the last day of the year we are having a party in our garden with people we love and cherish to celebrate what was, and to welcome what will be, will be...  There is so much already planned, and more anticipated for the year ahead - but only each day itself, can show the way.  God bless all who have come here to visit this year gone past - and I wish everyone a fabulously wonderful & truly Happy New Year!

Shell xx