Our first NYE was spent in Boston. John played First Night there. We were on the “T” green line. We sat on the train with others and all of a sudden there was a count down. I was surprised but we counted down too and kissed in 1995. It was really the best new year’s of my life.
12 years ago, we moved to Brooklyn and John came into my dreams this morning reminding me of this. That was a thrilling, great, scary time.
KitKat and Izzy didn’t stay up. I tucked them in and said I would see them next year. They giggled.
I try not to remember anniversary dates but lately, I have been with John. I guess I want our time with each other to have more meaning-that it meant something.