December 27, 2009

11 Years

I'm a big fan of New Year's Eve. On New Year's Eve of last year, Stella was born. On New Year's Eve, eleven years ago, Jason and I began our life together. Our first date....5 pm, coffee at Denny's in Savannah. He had just moved back from Colorado and gave me a call, asking if I wanted to meet up for coffee before I went out with other friends for the night. Not knowing that this one coffee was really going to turn into a first date...and then, a second date, marriage, years of graduate school, moving a zillion more times, and two babies...I went along.

Eleven years, and I still think New Year's Eve is my favorite day of the year. A new year, new chances, new life. Must be something right about this day.

These past couple of years have been crazy. Two years ago, I was holding my two-month old baby boy, when the ball dropped. He refused to sleep, and as such, so did we. Happy New Year, 2008! Last year, I was holding my freshly-baked, four-hour-old baby girl when the ball dropped. Happy new year, 2009! This year...both babies will more than likely be sleeping (happy new year, 2010!!!!). And I might get to hold my husband, alone, this time. We'll see.

I look forward to ringing in 2010 (perhaps this one, a little more quietly than some of the past eleven ones)...but ringing it in wholeheartedly, with a spirit of gratitude and anticipation for the next year.

Who said nothing romantic ever happens at Denny's?

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