We have spent every New Year's Eve together since that fateful night in 1998. The teenage years were spent with friends and frost bite. Getting locked out of houses while wearing heels in -40 degrees Celsius. Slurpees and Doritos, bad movies, and kissing in my parent's mini van. Soon we were married and living thousands of km from anyone we knew. Quiet New Year's Eve celebrations with our cat in Moncton, making far too much food for 2 people, looking out the window at snow as tall as myself and wondering how we got there. A few years later, food and friends in Fredericton, counting down to midnight, a quick smooch, and visiting and games carrying on until sunrise (skipping the pancake breakfast to sleep, every year). Now we have New Year's in Ottawa with our 3 young sons. Playing in the snow, watching movies, eating pizza, and counting down to midnight at 8 pm, putting the kids to bed, and then trying to stay up until midnight. I know that our New Year's Eve Celebrations will continue to change, we are facing an international move, our boys will grow up and make their own traditions, and judging by recent trends, staying awake until midnight is only going to get more difficult.
I am infinitely grateful for that New Year's when I met my Love. He is my constant in the chaos, my friend, my defender, the person who annoys me more than anyone I have ever met, yet also the person I want to spend all my time with. New Year's Eve is the perfect night for reflections, and I am so glad to reflect on "my 7 foot tall man" and our time together. I am grateful, and hopeful for many more years of partnership.
Tomorrow, I will be making far too many goals and plans, as I do every year. Tonight, I will be focusing on my most important person and making memories. Happy New Year to you and yours. May your evening be joyful, and if you have small children, may they sleep in until noon tomorrow. All the best in 2016!