1 full, complete and without

break, year. One full year.

Lucy was playing with her favorite kind of pen while the three of us were talking about handwriting, tendencies in those terms and also our favorite writing instrument. This is a BIC pen- one that danced on her fingertips as I focused in on her hands.

A lesson in cursive preceded, while we college grads/ kids were reminded of the 2nd grade teachings regarding the beginning and ends of each letter. There is a start and an end, you know.

So, here is that end of a gesture of my own. I had begun this blog the first of the year but hosted it (unfortunately) on blogspot. As I am somewhat of a perfectionist, I wished this would come full circle at the true beginning/ end of the year, but like handwriting- as is dissolves and evolves and changes, this one ended on the seventeenth. 17 days into the new year. My tails tend to trail on depending on what I am writing anyway- so it fits.