We decided the year Jonah was born that we just couldn't "party" like we used to on New Year's Eve. So we left our friendly gathering at 9:30 last night and went to bed at 11:00. I can't remember the last time I wasn't awake to participate in the ritualistic singing of Au Lang Syne.
We watched TV for a few minutes around 10:45, laughing at the responses given when people were asked what they "hoped for 2007." One woman said "peace," someone else said, "just a great year." LAME. LAME.
But what do I hope for 2007? Healthy children. Sanity. A skinnier body. A joy-filled house. A joy-filled heart. I guess it's a hard question to answer when you haven't given it much thought.
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