When I was young, my parents didn't want me on the road on New Year's Eve. I thought I was invincible and they were ridiculous. Tonight, I drove my minivan of sleeping kids home at 10 p.m., anxious and vigilant.
When I was young, New Year's was always a disappointment. The celebration never lived up to the hype. Tonight, I had dinner with friends and our eleven children. The party ended at 9:45 p.m., and I felt like we had the perfect celebration.
When I was young, I was maudlin on New Year's Eve. I looked back over the past year and mooned about a boy or rehashed a conflict with a friend. Tonight, what little introspection I've done has been forward-looking. The last year was a good one, and I hope the next will be the same. I am happy with myself and blessed in my relationships with friends and family.
When I was young, I drank too much on New Year's Eve. Tonight, I had one. I sit here in the waning hours of 2013 with a cup of hot herbal peppermint tea.
I don't know when Then became Now, but I'm glad that it did.
Happy New Year to you all. Thank you for using some of your valuable time in 2013 to read my words. I wish you and your family a 2014 full of love, joy, and peppermint tea.