The old year is passing on. The new is just beginning.
The spaces and places we call home are still filling.
With laughter, love and anger, with hopefulness, the rearranger
of everything we have brought together here.
I can't call it perfect, this life we built together.
The crooked path to happiness went through a lot of valleys of darkness
The mountains of perfect days, the deep pools of quiet dreams.
But I catch your eye across the room, the room we filled with little children
And you smile with that twinkle in those blue eyes and I fall more in love
with this beautiful mess and you.
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