So now it's New Year's Day at 7:25 am, and in honor of the "you must keep trying even when you fail" thing, I return to you as your little writer friend who has not managed to write every day for 10 minutes like she said she would... but today I'm all bright eyed, bushy tailed, and (GASP!!!) not hungover.
We had a wonderful, peaceful family New Year's Eve—the first time ever it was "just us," Soul Fry reminded me. We did have one invite (Lord, they get less and less numerous every year) but we decided to stay home and be our little family of four. There had been some foiled plans earlier in the week; on Christmas morning, Soul Fry and her bestie had made some chatty plans to spend New Year's Eve together with a sleepover. Two days later, we learned that this friend got a different offer or had forgotten the plan. And, or; not sure. At any rate, my heart broke for our girl.*
|The ball drop at Casa del Soul.|
The prevailing theme was: Spend more time as a family. I think we're off to a great start.
*Important note: A few days later, Soul Fry got invited to the same gathering and sleepover, but by that time, plans were in place for a family night, and she chose us. Hooray! We won!