A New Life, Strangely Familiar

I am always moved by the start of a new year. It's a time for new chances and for changes. New beginnings. I spent the day, though, not thinking of new beginnings. I know that each day is a new beginning. Instead, I spent the entire day looking at this man, the one in the photo above. He, as it turns out, is the most extraordinary man I have ever known. He chose me, he asked for me and he stayed with me. He has lived through alcoholic tantrums, temper tantrums, nervous breakdowns, oddball eccentricities and overbearing whims. He has ridden my rollercoaster and kept me alive, head above water and breathing. Who says I'm not lucky? If anything, this day, the first day of a new month and a new year, is a perfect day to not only look ahead but to look back over the last twenty years and to recognize that as long as I have my family, Pat and Rachel, I got nuthin to worry 'bout. Life is good.