Another 52 weeks of brotherhood, of family, of marriage, of togetherness, of everything. Done.
We went out to dinner last night. The original plan to go out with the boys on our anniversary, December 18th, didn’t work as both boys were sick. The following week, the adults were sick and, you know, Christmas. And so with two days left to use our coupons, we decided to belatedly follow through with the original plan.
Neither kid complained. Neither boy whined about putting on sweaters.
Each boy delighted in picking their pasta meals, though they ended up with the same thing. They also declared the fettucine alfredo to be “good” but that mine is “much better.” I stole a bite and agreed.
We sat as a family of four and laughed about so many things. I didn’t feel stressed or rushed as we sat together, eating happily and spending time together. As my husband works today, it was our last meal of 2014 eaten together. Our next family meal will take place in 2015. The laughter and, dare I say, joy that settled over our little table yesterday evening seemed a fitting end to the year.
Tonight these two will play video games, dance to the best dance-y songs of 2014, play lots of board games, eat a bunch of yummy food, and attempt to stay up until midnight. I’ll interview them about their year to get some perspective, and we’ll make the most of our time together.
And then they’ll begin another year of their lives, another year of brotherhood.