I can hear the pop pop pop of the fireworks, not quite midnight. The babe asleep between us mouth agape hand tucked inside her father’s, while we watch ‘John dies at the end’ on Ty’s iPad.
The clock ticks forward the pops are closer together and the dogs of our neighbourhood howl. I get Ty to open our blind and can see glimpses of fireworks through the trees across the road. It’s even more beautiful shrouded in leaves. Almost as lovely as the big soft kiss he plants on me and says Happy New Year.
Such a lovely start to 2013.
I am a lucky woman.
Wishing you all luck too.