We knew the clock struck midnight when the sky lit up with bright colors while we were driving down a dark stretch of country road, on our way home after an evening of delighting in each other, good food, good drinks, good friends and good games.
Brilliant colors decorated the horizon miles apart in each direction.
Some bursts bright pink and others purple, all dancing, sparkling against the ebony.
I reached for my husband's hand and gently squeezed it as he quietly wished me a happy new year.
And I thought to myself it will be.
Here's to holding hands and exchanging soft words even after six years.
To friends who giggle at your Wii-bowling skills, but encourage you to play anyway.
To cold, little feet pressed against your legs after climbing into a big, cozy bed.
To unexpected beauty.
To recognizing gifts of brilliant light from unknowing strangers.
And here's to finding those magnificent bursts of color in the dark stretches of the drive this year.
Happy 2011, friends.