Last year Eric and I went to a New Year’s Eve party, where we announced to friends we were having a Peeper. I drank water and checked the labels of certain cheeses to see if they were pasteurized. We left by 11. I had gotten into my pajamas and was washing off my makeup when Eric popped his head into the bathroom and kissed me. “Happy New Year,” he said.
This year, I managed to get Edith to sleep just shy of 10pm, and I followed as soon as I could after that. I woke up when the neighbors at our beach rental lit off fireworks and banged on pots and pans—which is how we used to celebrate the beginning of a new year when I was a kid.
What a difference a year makes.
2013 was challenging, confusing, tumultuous, painful and tiring.
It was also the best year of my life.
May the New Year bring us all happiness, opportunities to grow, adventure and chances to make lasting memories. Oh, and a good deal more sleep.