NYE

It occurs to me as I sit here at my desk that G and I have spent over 25 New Years Eves together. That's a whole lotta of auld lang synes. Although he insists that the thought of being together MUST have occurred to me already, he "professed his undying love" for me on New Years Eve at Michael Dorsey's house in 1990. (Well, as much as a 20-year-old in a NKOTB t-shirt can do.) Truthfully, the thought had never occurred to me. But the minute he spoke a few words, it became painfully clear to me that I had missed something that was right in front of me the whole time. We got engaged on New Years Eve in 1996. We were with our best friends in Newton. I was completely surprised. To this day, that still bothers him. He says "damn (and by that I mean WTF), you mean I still had a little bit of time left?" (As if six years wasn't time enough?!) Going back in the Way Back Machine, my parents were on their way to a NYE party in 1971, when I decided that being born three months early would be a good idea...clearly they didn't make it to champagne and Mr. Dick Clark that year. I was so premature (and remember this was a looooong time ago), my parents didn't even get a new fridge or toaster oven for having one of the first babies born in 1972. They weren't sure if I'd survive - who was in the mood for celebrating? Clearly, all's well that ends well. But I'm sure they'd have liked a new appliance or two. ... Talk about making an entrance. In any event, NYE has always meant a lot to me. No matter where you are, no matter what you do, be safe tonight. Be with folks that you care about and that care about you. Be happy and kind. Be the best person you can be. Tonight and always. Here's to a New Year. B'bye 2013. It's been an adventure.