You can measure a year a lot of ways — seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months (and those are just the obvious ones).
For me, it was measured in a lot of firsts and lasts. I want to list them, but I think over the last 300-some days I’ve been able to articulate the the hurt and sadness. But, I also have to remember the warmth brought on by all the good that was 2015.
This year created valleys and gorges in my soul, but it also built mountains — some big moments of my life happened in 2015.