In response to The Daily Post prompt Stroke of Midnight.
Our plans were all set. An early dinner, followed by a quick trip to secure libations for the evening: spirits for the adults and sparkling grape juice for the children. We returned home around 9:30, anxiously awaiting the arrival of 2016.
Our quiet evening was disturbed by the sound of the ringing phone. At 12:02 am! Yep, my family and I slept through the arrival of the New Year!
After a few phone calls and a belated toast, I reflected on our lackluster New Year’s Eve celebration. There was no fanfare, noisemakers or ten second countdown. Only a quiet evening at home with my husband and children: Safe. Healthy. Together.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.