First off...Happy New Year everyone!
This New Year's Eve brought with it some unexpected sentimental feelings. After a marathon viewing of a few 24 episodes from season 4, Ken and I headed up to the green room to watch the ball drop. Our neighborhood was in full firework display for almost 30 minutes straight before midnight. The fireworks were really large and made enough noise to wake up our oldest, and bring her sleepy eyed downstairs with her favorite yellow blankie she has had since birth.
It was an odd feeling to have her by our side, as we explained the tradition of the ball dropping, and why people were lining the streets screaming and shouting. She counted down with us in the final minute, and we huddled together for a round of kisses and hugs. I get a little teary eyed when I recall that 6 years ago, we have pictures of us as brand new parents, both holding a little 2 month old in front of the TV while the ball dropped into the next century. And here she was now, a child I can barely pick up anymore, again by our sides.
How fitting to have an extra second to enjoy the moment. :)
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