An at home kind of New Year's Eve

"Lamp is burning low upon my table top

The snow is softly falling

The air is still in the silence of my room

I hear your voice softly calling

If I could only have you near

To breath a sigh or two

I would be happy just to hold the hands I love

On this winter's night with you"

~ by Gordon Lightfoot as heard in Sarah McLachlan's Wintersong

New Year's was a little low key for Scott and me. The last three years we were in Chicago at Navy Pier or on our apartment building roof, watching fire works and in 2002, we were in Time Square. We were planning on bringing in the year at a cozy bed and breakfast in Lexington, but things changed and I was so grateful to be unexpectedly home with the people I love most.

We shared some Champaign and shrimp cocktail and watched a fitting movie: Ratatouille. Just minutes before midnight, we changed it to watch the bedazzled ball drop to bring in 2008...

We passed out kisses...

And then started the year off right with the best kind of medicine: laughter. Jeny was using her laptop's video with distorted lenses, which made the funniest picasso like versions of ourselves. I enjoyed watching others watch themselves just as much.