Yes, New Years Eve has changed its face a bit over the last few years.
But yes, I love it just the same.
It seems that even minus a cocktail overload, the wonderment (or plotting…) of who I may kiss when the clock strikes twelve and a dazzling outfit, the new year can be rung in quite merrily and sufficiently.
A bonfire with a home-made lantern to light our meal (by little crafter in the making), an early evening (making for a joyous early morning rather than a dreaded one), a plunge in some warmer waters (you southerners really thought that was cold?! It was luke warm at best. I tell you…), and the company of my lovely boys and some beautiful friends, I couldn’t ask for anything more.
(for the lantern its just tissue paper, elmers, and a mason jar… and lots of patience- that is a sticky combo)
My resolutions this spin around are not quite so exciting. I want to meditate nightly, I want to donate my hair, and of course, I want to move to that little rocky shoreline up north where we belong. But that is not exactly a resolution now is it.
But most of all, I just want to cherish these little boys, because damn it, turns out everyone is right. They do grow up right before your eyes.
Those nights of no sleep are short-lived. The arguments about whose truck is whose will probably be a conversation I will forget (which quite frankly seems unbelievable since the majority of the talking I do is about just that… but none the less…). And one day, a cuddle and a hug and a kiss and a “mama, I love you.” for no reason at all, will be something I am sure I will miss with an ache in my heart.
Oh, for that, I will add- Mama- I love you! There. If I haven’t said it enough.
Love love love to you and yours in the new year