In january this year Jon and I chose a word for the year.. Complete. Complete as in “Make my joy complete” or “Complete in Christ” or as in “I have actually completed something”. Complete as in ticked off the list, finished, accomplished, done, achieved, pen down, walk away, complete. Hopefully not as in ” I made a complete fool of myself.” I don’t know about jon, but I think I had in mind a kind of reminder to myself that I should stop worrying over how much there is still to do and take pleasure in finishing the thing I was doing without rushing on slap dash just to get it done. I think it began with noticing how many things I had begun but not finished… Chairs that were half upholstered, curtains almost hemmed, pieces of furniture painted on 3 sides, and a nagging feeling of being rushed all the time.. No time no time. And then somehow by March what with one thing and another life suddenly slowed down. And one day there was time … I’m still not sure how it crept up on me but there was time.. Time to go through the photographs that I had stuffed into a basket for almost 30 years. Photos of the children, of life as it was when they were children.. They are all grown up now. And that era is complete.. I have spent so long saying when the chikdren grow up… And suddenly here it was. Time. So we spent time slowly going through the basket, laughing, crying, remembering and sorting into two small shoe boxes. One to keep and one to give to the children, and a huge pile to throw away.. That chapter has ended. Complete.