Now that it’s over, I must say I had a wonderful Shabbat/New Year’s Eve; how ’bout you? We went to a big Shabbat dinner/family party at Skater’s friend’s house, where we figured out that DB and I and our hosts were married on the same exact day, about an hour apart. I got to spend quality time on a mild clear night with my shomer Shabbat sister, walking to and from our home to our host. I must compliment my friend (and my frequent reader/commenter) SP on her organization and calm while hosting 5+ families! Thanks so much for including us!
Today we had an impromptu Shabbat lunch with some of Bulldog’s friends and their parents. And that’s what the secular New Year has always been about to me: friends, old and new. Jewish holidays are for family, but New Year’s Eve is all about hanging out, even when staying in. Sure, the mood has shifted from my collegiate and post-school single days of fun and going out (aside from one miserable 90-91 NYE, when I got dumped the day before). My first NYE with DB was great, never having had a boyfriend to kiss on NYE before.
Since then, we’ve had years when, due to baby-induced sleep depravation, we couldn’t keep our heads off the pillow past 10 p.m., and later toddler-laden family parties that ended at 8.
Last night, Bulldog was so excited to stay up till 12 for the first time. Skater, the child who needs the most sleep, fell asleep on their couch at 11, woke up for the ball drop, and at 12:00:02 was pushing us out the door to go home!
DB was just reading over my shoulder and he’s worried that it’s not interesting to other people “if you just write about yourself.” Am I boring you? He’s also laughing that I actually wrote the previous two sentences.