I can tell you that I've spent a lovely New Year's Eve with my daughter and her father, just the three of us, and that was perfect. We felt like a family again. My sister and her friend and her kids had all gone to a party and we had the place to ourselves. We spent quality time together and rang in the New Year with a glass of wine and hugs and kisses. I couldn't have asked for more.
We watched the fireworks that were set off all over town until most of them had been shot into the air and I could get onto my bike and ride it safely home in the middle of the night. I did have to go home and make sure the animals were alright. I had locked them into the back of the apartment with the windows and the shades closed hoping that the fireworks wouldn't bother them too much.
When I got home, they were waiting by the front door and didn't seem in too bad a shape. They weren't traumatized or anything. I made sure they got their hugs and kisses too.
I had been worried about spending quality time with my daughter the last few days that she is here, but it seems that I'm going to have ample opportunity to. We have already planned what we are going to do today. All I have to do is get some sleep before we'll go and do it.
Of course, I'm still wide awake and excited from the late night I've had. I had such a good time. It was so enjoyable. I feel like I've reconnected to both my daughter and her father again and that now everything is back to normal. It feels like we are a unit with a common goal and that is to achieve whatever is good for the three of us and our daughter in specific.
I must go to bed, however, and get some sleep. I must be perky again in a few hours.
Happy New Year, everyone. May this be the best year ever.