When Huck was little I always made a point to write a New Year’s Eve blog, summarizing our year together in a few paragraphs to look back on someday. He’s no longer little, in fact towers over me, but this morning as I watched him calming the dogs into a December nap on their bed in front of the Christmas tree and fire, I felt inspired again. I took a picture as he joined me on the couch to admire our sleeping beauties. Huck then played this Regina Spektor song we used to listen to when he was a baby (who knew he’d grow up to love her?), as he felt some of these lyrics matched what we were feeling.

“This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again.”

Happy New Year, loved ones, whatever it may bring!