Yesterday we decided to forego any New Years celebrations. Oh, don’t get me wrong…we didn’t make an intentional, “let’s be anti social” or “let’s just be together” decision, we just realized that we are at a point in life where the passing of one year into another, while monumentous, is just another day.
We had originally planned to go to New Orleans. As I sat down a few weeks ago to book our trip, Julie and I decided that we didn’t really want to go.
Then we decided to go to Austin. A friend invited us to her annual bash and it seemed like a good idea and an even better reason to go to our second home. We decided Monday that wasn’t what we wanted to do either.
Yesterday we were invited to spend the evening with friends at their remote home. Just a casual dinner, wine, laughter and fun. The nastiness of the roads made us change our plans yet again.
What did we do?
We went to dinner at a local “Mexican” restaurant. I use that term loosely because no where around here has anything remotely close to what we like to call Mexican food.
Julie had two margaritas and I had tea. Last thing either of us needed was to get pulled over on the biggest night the police have.
We went home. Julie and I changed the sheets on the bed. She folded socks. I cleaned the kitchen. We watched tv.
In fact, we were both in bed, sound asleep when New Years chimed itself in.
I was awakened by mine and Julie’s phones lighting up from all the texts and messages wishing us a happy new year. I responded to the ones from Huey and Dewey and a couple of close friends but left the others for this morning.
I did compose a note to send to Julie for her to read when she woke up.
“Happy New Year, Beautiful. 2015 definitely tried to kick our asses. Both individually and together. There were times when I’m sure both of us wondered if we would ever find our footing on the foundation that kept our love alive all these years. I was a douche bag on plenty of occasions so I take full responsibility for any battles that we may have been waging inside our hearts. No matter how scared I was; no matter how hard things got; no matter how easy running away would have been, I never once entertained the idea of giving up on you, me or us. Most days I could easily point to you and say, ‘she’s the best part of me’ because you always make me want to be a better person. Thank you so much for that. I know that sometimes life gets hard and it feels like there’s no end to the struggle. Please, always remembe this; you are loved, respected, admired, wanted and needed. My life is better with you in it on a bad day than it ever was without you on a good one. May 2016 be gentler than 2015.”
At 8:02 am I was awakened by a kiss on my forehead and my beautiful wife crying. She told me that was one of the most thoughtful and touching things she’s ever read and it reminded her of just why we were always meant to find each other again.
We battled cancer. The building of a house. A move to Texas. Cancer again. My own slew of injuries and illnesses. And we came out on top.
2015 wasn’t a great year for us. But it was a hell of a lot better to go through it with her than it would have been to go through it with anyone else!
Happy New Year!