It seems like the entire city is on the brink
of fireworks.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Hard to believe we’re already in the middle of the first decade of the 21st
century. No one even remembers the Y2K scare
anymore.
It’s my last turning-of-the-year
as a non-mother. Next new year will be so different, with little Lucien around.
So tonight I will hold my breath, and wait for the fireworks, not knowing
exactly what they’ll look like, believing only that they will be
wonderful.