New Year

This morning came a little too early, as we were up rather late last night. It is a bright a crisp day, and a new year with great possibilities.

Alan is going out with staff today. He doesn't want to come home, just wants us to stop by to say hello.

I am thankful this new year for friends and family, for the little gifts that make life satisfying. I am thankful for celebrations and for quiet evenings at home. Thankful for wonderful memories, and the opportunity to make more.

Happy New Year!

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