We are celebrating quietly at home tonight.
Ushering in 2014 with whispers, episodes of The Office, milkshakes, coloring and hushed giggles.
Phil is knocked out on the couch.
I don't think he made it to 830pm.
He worked all day, so he gets a pass on the festivities.
He was never one to run around the house at midnight on New Year's,
banging on pots and screaming bloody murder anyhow.
The kids and I love the mayhem.
I break a spoon every year banging on my pot.
It's for real, peeps.
Niamh has been telling me all day that she wants everyone to write down their "revolutions."
I told her she was saying it wrong...and then changed my mind.
We decided REVOLUTIONS are perfectly appropriate~wonderful~fitting.
The definition of 'revolution' (in our context) is this:
a sudden or momentous change in a situation;
a far-reaching and drastic change;
New Year's revolutions will include lots of things for us.
I love the novelty and beauty of a clean slate.
A blank page.
A new start.
Revolutions are an awesome counterpart to that.
Dreams reached for.
Goals focused on.
And all embarked on in the blink of an eye.
Let the revolutions
Happy New Years, friends.