We had intended to do the whole kiss and cheer bit, however, my cell phone alarm went unnoticed at midnight , completely drowned out in the delightful mix of my firstborn's gleeful squeals and Desi Arnaz's cuban outbursts. (Sometimes it's really funny to listen to Ricky fly off the handle when you understand what he's saying... often he's just babbling Spanish nonsense. - Now you know.) Noticing the clock read 12:07 as the credits (Note: Max Factor was the makeup artist for the show... just some useless trivia for a moment when you need to sound like you know something interesting. - You're welcome.) rolled down the screen, (Don't you just love when I insert stuff in parenthesis and you have to go back and start reading the original thought all over again?) Michael and I uttered a mild, "Oops, oh well", attempted to reach each other for a quick kiss, and discovered that after snuggling with sixty-six pounds of children on our laps for an hour, parts of our bodies were too asleep for that kiss to take place, and it just wasn't worth the effort in our state of exhaustion. (We generally have a nine-thirty bedtime... Don't scoff, we're still young on the outside.)
We happily tucked the tot's in for the night and thanked God for them, and the beautiful blank canvas of 2011 that will soon be adorned with new memories, relationships, and nations who have been made freshly aware of the Love of Christ.
I'd love to read about how YOU brought in the New Year. Let me know in a comment below.