On The Verge of (yet another) Beginning

9:30 pm, on the verge of a new beginning. A cosmopolitan and a lemon drop martini down the hatch, one kid nestled with his dreams, and the others busy with the creation of memories that will be theirs and theirs alone.

It has been a bustling week, teetering on that precarious apex of excitement and outrage. Indoor skydiving, wall-to-wall parties, Chinese acrobats, robotics classes, a trip sheer up the side of a snowy mountain, a cousin who struggles to breathe, the merciless bombing of Gaza, a family singing beside Hanukkah candles pooling on the broken Wurlitzer organ, neighbors tumbling through the sky on a backyard zip line, welcoming the New Year with stubborn and ferocious joy.

So, the tiny-boy-child was deeply, devastatingly disappointed that his snowman did not actually come to life.

So, the man child moped his way through the Hanukkah season.

So, the boy-struggling-to-remain-a-boy child botched some of the wiring on his delicate, hand built, maraca playing robot.

So, the woman-child reads her way through ever waking moment.

So, my dear husband is away this New Year's Eve, playing music to earn bread.

But, as the bombs fall on Gaza and my sweet cousin Daniel clings to life, I have never been so acutely enamored with all the precious nuisances of our hectic little lives.

We are amazingly, dazzlingly rich...so bumblingly, brokenly blessed.

As I used to write on the very last page of my childhood journals...

Here we are at the beginning. A new door.

Happy New Year.

Wake me at midnight, will you?

Comments

[Gerry D]

Here's to many, many more good memories. And many, many more blogs.

Happy New Year!