A friend just texted me. She sent:
“Sorry you can’t go out tonight, happy new year anyway!”
She’s a good friend, and I hope she has a great time ringing in the new year. But she’s got it all wrong.
I’m not the least bit sorry.
We woke up this morning to a burst water pipe that resulted in a sink hole in the road and no water to our house.
A kiddo that had a failed wisdom teeth removal yesterday and is resembling a chipmunk today.
Another kiddo who needed to get to his landscaping job, in the below freezing cold.
Stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things after being unfairly tempted by a recipe I spotted on Facebook. (I’m looking at you Elizabeth….)
Due to near perfect timing, I was able to grab a huge prime rib roast for about half-price. (Thank you person who ordered it and didn’t pick it up…I owe you one.)
When I was growing up my dad would cook a prime rib every New Years. It was something we all looked forward to, and in those years, it was the kick off to our night. Big prime rib dinner followed by NEW YEARS EVE!!!
Today, when I tossed the roast in the cart, I realized, my life is amazing. Looking in from the outside, others may think my life is stressful, chaotic and just plain nuts.
Well, yes. Yes it is.
But it is also my paradise.
Tonight I cooked an amazing prime rib (thanks Dad for the recipe) and we are hanging here at home, ready to welcome in the new year. Faith is stimming away on the couch watching Winx Club. My water is back…kinda. My tummy is full. My heart is happy.
Happy New Year!
It’s just another day in my paradise.