Weirdest New Year’s Eve, ever.
I did manage to scrounge up two party hats, we listened to the Bee Gee’s “Stayin’ Alive” and for the climax of the party, shared a Reese’s peanut butter cup.
Sweet Randy. We both laughed about how different life has become. This time last year, we were out country dancing the night away. Tonight, we shared a hospital bed in a Neuro Rehab, as I wrestled his head that keeps bumping into mine from the neck spasms. He did manage a mumbled “Happy New Year” to the kiddos on video, and by 8:15 he was worn out.
I snuggled in close and reminded him that he’s still my favorite person, he’s the best husband and father ever, and that I’m still so in love. I’ve learned to discern the “I love you, too”, when it comes, and his body stopped it’s involuntary jerking moments for just a moment. I’ll take it.
That’s the start to a Happy New Year!! May God bless yours! Don’t take a single minute for granted…we aren’t promised tomorrow, my friends!
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