I grew up celebrating New Year's Eve at home, with my family. We ate way to much junk food, and watched the ball drop. It was always special because we got to stay up late. Years later, I babysat every New Year's Eve. After I met my husband, we always found ourselves with friends and family on New Year's Eve, at someone's home.
However, I always dreamed of going to a formal New Year's Eve affair. Is there anyone else who wants to put on their black dress and dance the night away? While we are dreaming, let's just get picked up in a black limo to take us to the party. I would love to see my husband in a tux again before I die.
It will not break my heart if I never make that party. I am blessed to have an amazing family, and all the blessing that go with it. Just maybe there will be a "fancy" room in my mansion in heaven just for me. Black dress and all!
My dream was always to kiss at midnight. I had dated a jerk or two and I was glad it never happened. The first year we were married, My Dear had to work. He knew I was looking forward to the kiss at midnight. At midnight, I heard feet running up the stairs to our apartment, the door flew open and the cutest Papa John's pizza delivery guy ran into my apartment and I got my New Year's kiss! Then, as any poor, college students who were in love would do, I rode on his pizza route for a couple of deliveries....I know! My knight, his chariot and the glow of the Papa John's delivery sign shining on our vehicle! Ahhhh...what a love story!
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