January 1, 2013

Good Morning

I’m aware that as I write this, it’s after noon.

The Princess is tucked into her room with her kitten watching movies on a new Christmas presents.

Littlebit is out in the front yard, playing in the piles of snow that have shown up here since Christmas.

Baby Bee is singing Christmas carols and jumping around the room.

Big Daddy is sacked out in front of a bowl game.

And it feels like morning.  Not in the literal sense.  We’ve been up for hours, we’ve had brunch.  We’ve played video games.  We’ve nursed warm cups of coffee.

For the first time in a long time, I felt no melancholy over the changing of years.  I usually get a little morose and mournful.  It’s the last year we’ll have had a two year old.  And a five year old.  And an eleven year old.  It’s the last year we had with our good old dog Jack.    I list off the last things in my mind.  But this year, I didn’t do any of that.  This year just felt  good somehow.  2012 wasn’t a bad year for us.  It wasn’t, but I can feel the promise of 2013 rumbling in my chest.  Like it can’t wait to burst out in song complete with jazz hands.

I’m not sure why I feel this way.  We have no concrete plans.  There’s no big vacation looming.  No big milestones.  But, it feels good and I’m excited.

Happy New Year!

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