Happy 2012!!

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Baby New Year
Turning the calendar at the beginning of each month is exciting. Not just a little exciting, but my heart rate increases, my lips form a smile, and I can’t quite turn the page fast enough. A whole new month…empty boxes that I can fill with lunches, parties, trips, and the unknown events that will pleasantly present themselves. Imagine the thrill of opening a new calendar, a New Year with untouched pages. Twelve months, silently waiting, filled with unlimited opportunities. I get goose bumps just thinking about it.

New Year’s Eve has long been one of my favorite holidays. It gives you the chance to reflect on the past year, to remember the good, the bad, and the unexpected. A time to welcome in the changes you wish to see in the New Year. It’s the time to reinvent yourself and set goals. It's a time to shake off the dust that has taken residence on your shoulders. It's a time to go somewhere, anywhere. Follow a map, or a leaf blowing in the wind, or even the random car in front of you. Just go.

Scott and I made 1 resolution as the clock struck midnight.  One night a month we are going to leave Baby Boy in the loving hands of family while we go out.  We are bound and determined to keep the "crazy in love" in our relationship and not allow that to get lost now that we are parents.  It might be something as simple as grabbing G.D. Ritzy's and heading down to the river to watch the sunset, but so be it.  Plus spending 1 evening doing nothing but loving on that man is so much better than making a resolution to lose weight.

Besides the monthly date with my husband, there will be trips, there will concerts, there will be nights spent under the star filled sky.  There will be days filled with showing our boy the world and a year full of giving that baby boy more love then this world has seen. We’re ready. Welcome 2012…the Fisher Family has been waiting for you.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 11, 2012 at 12:37 PM

    So what night this month is that precious beautiful boy coming to stay with his Aunt while mommy and daddy go out? :)

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