the beat goes on

Happy New Year. Nappy Noo Near.

We have made it one more year. Around the dial again, through 12 calendar pages.

Reflective reflections as the hours slip by into a new year. What will be brought into existance the next 12 months?

My best friend is engaged. And so ends an era. I am swimmingly happy for her, and aching all the same for those miserable months and years that can never be again. On we move to babies and houseplants and couples weekends. Yet, we three know that there will always be those stolen moments of explosive laughter and raised eyebrows, rarer though they may be.

The past year has been wrought with changes big and small, and somehow things stay the same, marching on down life's path undeterred.