Closing out 2014 with a picture of the throw-up bucket is just wrong.
There were so many good things about this year.
PB and I sat with our coffee cups by the fire this morning, remembering together.
Good times, hard times, accomplishments, struggles.
I’m so happy to be doing life with this man.
We’ll give each other a smooch at midnight, pray in the new year, and wake up to 2015.
“May the new year be blessed with good tidings Till the next time I see you again. And we’ll all join hands, and remember this moment, And we’ll love and we’ll laugh, in the times that we have till the season comes ’round again.”