Yet another year dissipates into the ether! PVT and I had a good 2008: a healthy new baby girl, three healthy boys, no major financial, terrorist, or health crises to report...good stuff, all that.
Incidentally, PVT and I met New Year's Eve nine years ago tonight under "unusual romantic circumstances," as I believe his Best Man put it. One divorce, five moves, three states, three dogs, four kids, and 6,792 cocktails later, we somehow remain quite fond of each other. (Yes, I know what you're thinking, but I remained fond of him even during my many many months of pregnancy when I was STONE. COLD. SOOOOOOOOOOOOHBER.)
I hope this New Year's Eve finds you ushering out the old (only the old that needs out-ushering!), welcoming in the new, and optimistic that 2009 will be a happy, healthy and peaceful year.
And, if you live in a Nordstromless vacuum as I do, a year filled with some superior online shopping.