Please begin reading my divorce memoir from the beginning.
December
31, 2009—New Year’s Eve
Seafood Feast.
We just had
to do our traditional dinner on New Year’s Eve. We established it during the
Y2K scare ten years ago and it has stuck this long. We have crab and shrimp,
grilled salmon and tilapia and all the trimmings. Kate took a picture of her
plate with her cell phone and sent it to her friends. When the ball dropped on
Times Square, she sent a text to her friends out west that read, “I have seen
the future and it is good.” (It was only 10:00 out there.)
In 1999, we wanted our teenagers to stay at home in case
something catastrophic happened when the clocks turned over to 2000. We had
seafood, dessert, non-alcoholic champagne to bring in the new year, and spent
time in the hot tub, all together. Times like that are joyous to me.
That year it had snowed and Kelsie climbed out of the hot
tub, grabbed a sledding disc and ran up our little hill—in her bathing suit—and
jumped on the sled heading down the hill. She ran back to the hot tub and
climbed back in. It was so funny. She was only ten. Good times.
Now
she’s married and will be heading back to college tomorrow, along with everyone
else. Time marches on. Another year. Lord, what will it
bring?
But I am grateful for all I have: wonderful children, a
beautiful house—my dream house—lots of precious friends and extended family. We
have our health. My husband has a good job and so do I. And we just celebrated
the anniversary of the birth of our Savior.
I am so grateful, Lord, for all Thou hast given us. Please
continue to bless us.
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