One goal of mine this year is to return to blogging. I know I have never been consistent. And I am not quite sure why I even keep a blog. It's not to have random people following me. It's not in hopes for a book deal (obviously). It's not because I have a ton of time on my hands to fill. Mostly, I think, I do it because it is an easy way to capture snapshot moments of my life to pass onto others that are really important in my life, like my lil' Izzy girls. Maybe someday they will learn something from my ramblings.
This New Year's Eve I reflected on some of my New Year's Eve bashes from the past:
The high school years. Where your mom lets you have
a sleepover, complete with grape juice wine.
The college years. Where the bar was the place.
Where you couldn't wait to kiss your boyfriend
at midnight.
The late 20s. Where a dive bar is the place.
The kind of dive where you can meet a
character like this. Sorry, Kate!
And 2012. The year of - I'm 30, have two kids,
and can hardly stay awake past 10.
The year that brought surprises like these...
First cousin sleepover at our house. Complete
with Sir Beckam in a glitter cowboy hat.
11:30 p.m. snow angels.
And a Happy New Year snowman.
No matter what "stage" I was in, New Year's Eve has always been just right. Each year so different and full of surprises - just like the new year ahead of us.
May the best of your 2011 be your worst in 2012. Here is to a year of health, happiness, and love.
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