I didn’t make a family calendar this year. This was the back of last year’s. The picture is one I took at the Met in New York and the poem is by me.

My heart is filled with it,

this fierce, fucking enormous gratitude.

I pause in these moments,

easy moments and hard ones,

I try and soak in all in,

I value it all.

Even when I am giving the universe the finger

I know how lucky I am.

This joy, this amazement of my life,

brings me to tears.