The stroke of midnight - a new year arrives (and yes, I did get another shot at 12:00!). I can count on one hand the number of times I have celebrated New Year's Eve somewhere other than my couch, in front of the TV watching Dick Clark in Times Square. Being at home with family and friends gives me hope that we will still be together for another year. And this year, I had the added benefit of celebrating with Petra - this was the first year she stayed up until the ball fell. Ruthie, on the other hand, fought the brave battle, but was asleep on my shoulder by 11:00 p.m.
Church, mushroom soup, and the Ball in Times Square. Another year has arrived.
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