Home and back again
The wind is blowing fiercely outside and I can hear fireworks going off all over the city. We're thoroughly enjoying the Twilight Zone Marathon on Sci-Fi and the dogs are snoring peacefully in the glow of the Christmas tree. We've been home from Michigan for only a few hours and most of that time was spent napping on the couch. For the past five years, we've gone out and done something on New Year's Eve. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes it just felt like too much pressure and didn't live up to our expectations. This year, I wanted to do absolutely nothing. I didn't want to watch a single ball drop or have a single sip of champagne or wear a single uncomfortable shoe. I wanted to relax on the couch with my new husband, my dogs and my cats and simply wake up to 2008 with absolutely no fanfare or drama whatsoever. I wanted simply to rest.
I got my wish.
Eight years ago tonight, we had our first date that turned into our first weekend that turned into something I never imagined would be so lovely. It's 2008, we're home, we're happy and we're finally married. It's the best beginning to a new year I could ever think of.
All the best to you and yours in the year ahead.