New Year’s Eve 2012. The clock is well past midnight…technically it’s New Year’s Day. Everyone else is asleep but I’m enjoying one last cup of cocoa while watching the fire burn down. The scent of spent fireworks mingles with the smoke from the glowing coals in the fireplace. As I wonder what 2013 will hold, my eyelids grow heavy.
We’re all in Paris. Les Invalides. Louvre. Musee D’Orsay. The four of us wander every street, enjoying fresh pastries and chocolates along the way. We round a corner and there it is. The Eiffel Tower. Then Normandy: Pont du Hoc, Omaha Beach, Utah Beach, the beautiful French countryside. Another wild adventure and we’re in Villers St. Paul, the town where my grandpa’s plane went down. The entire town is commemorating VE Day, and we’re honored guests. Later, we spend time with Rodin, Michelangelo, Vincent, and Davinci. It’s incredible, but goes by so fast.
Now, back in the States…and there are the boys. But they’re hardly boys anymore, they are incredible young men. Joey’s in high school and is taller than all of us. He’s already an inventor, programmer, and chef. And there’s Will…those dimples, that smile, and that hair… he’s beyond handsome. He’s also incredibly tender hearted. Oh, and smart. Very smart.
The world spins again. Now I’m walking through the streets of a town in Brazil. Christy’s there with me. People with names like Fidellis, Ivan, Vivi, Jacques, Giselle, Douglas, Eliseu, Diego, Flavia, Giovanna, and Debra are as close to us as family. Our life journeys intersect and become forever tangled. Oh, and Jesus is there too. Every step of the way. It’s a beautiful time, but it passes too quickly. Just like the rest of the year.
One more spin…. back in the States again. It’s late in the year and we’re all back at home. We’re talking and laughing around a table, each with a bowl of fried wonton ice cream. But who’s that girl? Somehow, I just know. It’s just…right. It’s Kimmi. She’s part of our family now. Suddenly we’ve got senior pictures, prom, and graduation to look forward to. Amazing.
The fire pops and I jump. My cocoa is gone and apparently so is 2013. What a remarkable and unbelievable dream!Oh, and there are Christy and I relaxing by the fire. We look into each other’s eyes…the years have made the roots of our love so deep. It fills the house. She gives me a kiss and heads to bed. I stay up a little longer to write. Books, letters, journals, thoughts, and blogs.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, from the Bouchard Bubble. May your years surpass your biggest dreams.