We’ve had some great New Year’s Eves. Including 2015 when we threw an adults-only bash and invited all of our friends over for a dance par-tay. That was a good one. But 2009 will go down in history as one of mine and Jeff’s favorite NYE’s ever. Our sweet baby boy was only 18 days old, so we got some carryout (grocery store prime rib and microwaved baked potatoes) and we attempted to watch the ball drop on TV. As it turns out, I fell asleep on the floor sandwiched between my babies long before midnight rolled around. I will never forget the feel of newborn Caden’s soft hair against my lips as I kissed his head or looking over to see my tiny 21-month-old peacefully slumbering next to me. And all was right with the world.
Getting all dolled up in your glitziest outfit is fantastic, and I highly recommend it. But don’t get so lost in the glittery moments of life and lose sight of the fact that some of the best memories are the ones made in flannel.