It is once again New Year’s Eve. I am ending this year in the same place I began it, along the Herb River in Savannah. It is really the place I want to be because She is here. That is more than enough to make me happy.
We all have rituals that go along with the new year. Some are very traditional from watching the “Ball” drop on New Year’s Eve, a kiss with just the right someone at the stroke of midnight, or a champagne toast. In my family, we await a special photo that comes out each year just after midnight on 1 January. I do not know how or when it started but my brother, no matter where he is or what significant challenge he and his family are facing, will disappear just after 11:30 and reappear in formal attire for the arrival of the new year. Even if everyone else in the house has conked out or a raging snowstorm is going on at his New York home, James will get decked out and take a photo. Sometimes it is a selfie, sometimes he has co-conspirators. Every year we all wait for the photo to pop into our email/phones.
I know it is silly, but it is a tradition that I look forward to every year. It makes me hopeful that no matter what comes in the new year, we were stylishly attired at the start!