Here’s a fun linkup:  sum up your year by choosing 12 posts from the blog! There are supposed to be photos too, but that didn’t always work out. Oh, and there are a few more than 12 in there. (Sorry, not sorry.)Dwija at House Unseen is hosting.

In January, I was feeling consumed by Little Brother’s six-week-old diabetes diagnosis and finding ways to navigate both of us through a day.

One day at a time. One meal at a time.

In February, I started my new cooking blog. Have you visited it? You don’t have to be diabetic to enjoy the recipes I share at Cook and Count. (Maybe this year I’ll finish transferring recipes from the old cooking blog.)

In March, I organized a week of Tech Week Dinners for the cast and crew of the high-school musical. It’s a labor of love, and I really do love it.

April saw me a little overwhelmed (when am I not?), and finding a new way to deal with it.

May brought out the Mama Bear in this mama when my diabetic child went to a restaurant on a school field trip.

And Big Brother finished college.

In June I got my hands on a book I hadn’t read in over 20 years. It was worth the search for just one line.

And Middle Sister graduated from high school.

In July we learned that our associate pastor would be retiring and moving at the end of the summer. Here’s my tribute to Father H., priest and scholar.

August’s impromptu vacation was just what the doctor ordered. Lots of relaxation.

September brought the beginning of a new school year, the adjustment to cooking for 3, and that after-summer burst of organizing energy (I’m looking forward to a similar burst right…about…tomorrow!)

In October I celebrated the fact that I’m near my son when his health needs require it. Availability is a good thing. Since I substitute at his school, I’m available even when I’m working, and I’m grateful that the school is so understanding.

In November, I was deep into substitute teaching and having “one of those days” fairly often. That’s November for you.

In December, I was moved to tears a couple of times daily as my “foster students” (the second grade class where I was substitute-teaching) rehearsed and then performed their Christmas play.

All in all, it’s been a good year.