As a child, New Year's Eve was always so very special. My parents hosted a gathering every year, and my sister and I would spend the night at my paternal grandparents. My grandmother retired when I was very little, and my grandfather retired when only 11, so most overnights were at their house. My mother always took us to the bulk nut factory in town, and we were allowed to pick out snacks for the evening. Peanuts and other nut assortments, and always jelly beans, were served as evening snacks. We would eat dinner at Long John Silver's, and then we would undecorate my grandparent's tree. As I got older, those weren't my plans, but even my freshman year of college, I stayed at my grandparents. The very first NYE I remember was 1983, and I remember walking into the bedroom where my sister and I slept thinking, "I can't believe it is 1984." I was ten years old, and that was forty years ago.
This was a tough break, although I'll write about that another in a different post. Today is always one of my favorite days of the year, and this year is not an exception. I'm especially grateful as the last two years have been less than spectacular. This year, this day has been exactly as I hope it would be. Andrew and I spent the day in our pajamas and our meals were leftovers. Right now I am watching Michigan play Alabama (ugh) and enjoying the candle with a lovely fire in the fireplace. Catherine spent the day at her apartment, and Thomas had to work before going to spend the evening with his girlfriend and her family. We are still off tomorrow, and although I have A LOT to do, but for today, I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet!
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