Whadaya wanna do for New Year’s Eve?

Idonknow, whadayou wanna do?

… we would ask up through New Year’s Eve Eve and then New Year’s Eve afternoon. I mean… we’re suppose to do something, right? On our young Dec. 31’s we peopled, gamed, banged pans, grubbed and midnighted the proper New Year’s way. Somewhere along the way, we lost the New Year’s skill and thrill. But funny, because I think, without saying out loud, we preferred our new skill and thrill… each other, a little take-out, sometimes a little sparkling cider — woo, a little ice cream, and a little early bedtime. Let the neighbors boom and splay the night sky.

We preferred each other. We preferred the you-ARE-my-new-year of each other. Each other. The favorite way to celebrate… anything.

Tonight, I am home, in the same chair, in the same pajamas, in the same celebration mode — preferring Bill. I don’t have another skill and thrill for this celebration. I’m not moping, I’m not grouching, I’m only remembering, reminiscing. I’m only missing.

I am so thankful for the many side-by-side New Year’s Eve celebrations with my preference. My favorite. My skill and thrill.