The New Year
5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
“Fuck you, 2008!”
“Yes, indeed.”
Glasses clink
Truer words have never been spoken at the turning of the year.
I sat with anticipation on the floor of our new basement room, watching the idiotic crap they pass off as entertainment on New Years Eve. The ball dropped so quickly. Everyone on TV was screaming and celebrating, while we sat in silence.
I feel so relieved that it’s over… that this aweful year is over. In a way the failed IVF just kind of underscored that nothing good would come of 2008, the closing stanza of a dreadful poem.
A fresh page has been started. New chances await.
I hope 2009 is better.
Wishing you an amazing 2009.
{{hugs}}
I hope so, too.
May 2009 bring nothing but good news and great joy *hugs*
Here’s to an amazing 2009!
I hope 2009 is better, too.
Wishing you a better 2009!
I hope 2009 will be better for you too.
Happy New Year!
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Great toast! Simple, bold, and to the point.
I’m the mother of an IVFer, and your feelings about that process sound so very familiar. Please keep going forward. I hope 2009 is your year.