I’ve never had one of those great New Year’s eve. One comes to mind, 1989 into 1990. Otherwise, they’ve all been rather forgetful.
The women in this picture are having more fun than I normally have.
Today my son Trey said something that makes me think how these past two or three years must have been like for him. “I bet we’re going to have a rough year” he says to me.
Well who can blame him? The past couple of years must have seemed pretty rough for a little guy. Dad’s moved everybody from house to house to house to house. I’ve been fired from one job, worked for myself for another year and a half, and then took a job in a new place. Why shouldn’t a kid worry about what the new year will bring?
A year ago we were saying goodbye to some very good friends while I packed up my things and moved to Nashville, leaving him and his sister and mom behind. It was a tough 6 months on all of us, me going back and forth every Monday morning.
But for the first time in a long time, I can look at my son square in the face with confidence in telling him “no…this year is going to be the best one you can remember.”