For almost all of the past 10 years, I have lamented on New Year's Eve that the year hadn't been so awesome and that the following year was bound to be better. What I should have been doing was celebrating the various tough times we survived through then between major illnesses, surgeries, deaths, now divorces...and yet we - and here I can only speak for the kids and I - keep trucking along.
Enough of that noise. There will always be tough times. Heck, I ended up in an aircast and on crutches today after injuring my foot and ankle a couple nights ago and finally going to the hospital mid-ice storm today after my foot swelled and I lost feeling to my toes, which, it turns out, will not currently bend. But whatever! I'm done with that nonsense defining me and settling for merely surviving.
So I'm here to say that 2018 is going to be AWESOME. Completely and totally awesome. For all of us! And I can't wait to work my way to what I know will be great things in store. Bring it, new year! You're gonna rock!
Much love to you all! Mwah! 
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Now having watched the ball drop in NYC with the kids, we're off to sleep because we get to visit with dear friends tomorrow and need some good rest first! G'night, world!
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