Oh how I love the first of January. You know: fresh starts, possibilities, exciting projects, and always, always hopes and dreams for the future.
Last year — it feels so strange to refer to 2013 as “last year” when it was only yesterday — was one of the best of my life. A much desired granddaughter, Ella Madeleine, was born (in fact, she is four-months-old today), a book I had been dreaming about for years was published, and the realization, without being trite or Pollyannaish, that “things” rarely have true value beyond the material of which they are made gradually became perfectly clear. The memories that make things precious are forever in our hearts and minds.
My mother, who left me some wonderful jewelry which I had already started to pass on to Andrea and then Ella would have carried on the tradition, would have given up everything she owned for a dog she loved. So would Andrea. According to My-Reason- For-Living-In-France, his mother, whom I never met although I did have all of herjewelry, would have felt the same way. So does he; so do I. In other words, Charlotte was the most precious of all of our possessions.
So no regrets, just an overwhelming sense of gratitude for a wonderful year.
When I speak of a wonderful year, it brings me back to you. Thank you for your visits, thank you for following me, thank you for your encouragement, your affection, your kindness, your generosity and also your criticism when you don’t agree with me. If repetition is for emphasis, than I shall never cease to repeat how much I appreciate you.
I hope each of you, in all the ways you hope and wish, have a joy-filled new year and that you see your dreams come true in 2014.
Happy, Happy New Year and Bonne Année!