I hope next year brings-
More sleep (seriously, Rosy).
Less stuff. Already in the process of being accomplished. Nothing like condensing a family’s possessions to 33 feet of accommodations. It feels good. The condo is easier to keep picked up. We don’t miss what we’ve passed on. Purging is seriously good for the soul.
Boating/sailing/motoring/cruising. All of the above. With a kid in my lap and a nice breeze. That’d sure be nice.
An anchor in a new harbor. Literally and figuratively.
No babies. I love my girls but wow, there is so much of this that I do not want to live through again. I am looking forward to the next stage of growing up together.
A new bike.
Much magic. On Solstice morning we put out some tiny fairy dolls for Sophie. Every morning since, she finds one in the mix and says, “Oh Mommy, the Solstice Fairies are still here.” Like they’re alive. If that ain’t magic, I don’t know what is.
Homemade cheese. I really want to try making my own mozarella.
Limoncello. I love limoncello and wish I had some in the freezer.
School. Next year is the year to start thinking about my next step. I want to work with Hospice, and need to figure out the best means to making that happen. I assume it will be a Masters in Social Work.
Reading. for Sophie. She’s got so many pieces of the puzzle and is close to putting them all together. What a day that will be.
Friends into our Lives. Old and new, from away and nearby.
Universal Health Care would be nice, too.
But most of all, many adventures and quite a bit of dancing.
