This past year is hard to categorize, quantify or label. At times it was busy and exciting; in other moments it was quiet and slow, full of the wonderfully mundane in-betweens that we so carefully avoid sharing on social media. There were seasons of energy and intensity, hard work and little sleep, challenge and reward. There were hours upon hours of editing, with microwavable quesadillas and podcasts as my daily bread. And there were moments of true and incomparable joy, like when I held my tiny, fragile niece for the first time, or when Tyler knelt down on a cold day in June and asked me to be his wife. This year was many things.
High up on my "2014-grateful-list" are my clients who trusted me, who were kind and patient, who believed that good art takes time and is always, always worth it. Thank you for not caring if your dresses got dirty. Thank you for exploring new places with me and for pushing yourselves to new comfort levels. Thank you for making sure that I ate dinner, for group hugs at the 11th hour and for sharing some of the kindest words I've ever heard and read. I couldn't do this job without you.