As the holidays draw to a close, I find myself looking at the upcoming year.  Looking back at this year, I'm eons upon eons away from where I was 26 days into January of this year.  What will become of the next year?  I have started writing things down that I want to get cranking on or accomplished next year.  Just throwing them into the Todoist inbox as they come to mind.  The big things and the small. I made a joke the other day to Cara about having children.  I was sort of half-joking and half-not.  I'm obviously not too much in a hurry but at the same with each passing day, getting closer to both of her children I really do feel the realities of desire setting in slowly.  It probably sounds weak but it was her daughter starting to warm up to me, the first time she fell asleep on my chest that really broke the camels back. I do not like how by the end of the day they are both warmed up to be, but at the beginning of the day or something they still treat me like the outsider.  I don't know what I should expect of people so young, but I just want them both to know that I am there for them and that I got their backs for the things they would run to their Mother about.