Tonight I stuck it out til the countdown with my little man in tow. He’s not so little anymore now 6. He loved staying up late, and loved the buzz of me and his grandparents doing the countdown, embracing each other with kisses and handshakes all round and watching the London fireworks.
He off course couldn’t figure out what all the fuss was about. “Why do we celebrate a new year mammy?”, “why are we happy it’s a new year?” my frenzied explanations left more curiosity than satisfaction, but his continued quizzing forced me to reply think.
I’m celebrating tonight because I’m still alive, my kids and hubby to be are also still alive. I love them sll and I’m looking forward to spending 23 with them, and making happy memories for them. I’m celebrating because returning to work after mat leave has not tipped me over a mental cliff, like it would have done in the past. I’m celebrating because I’m hopeful for our future, for my continued recovery, and for little mans continued growth in confidence.
As for little little man, I hope he continues to love his daddy as he does now and his eyes continue to brighten with sheer delight as daddy enters the room.
He’ll come round to me eventually:)
Finally I’m hopeful that all of you, find or keep love in 2023, find or keep heath in 23 and maybe even find or keep some wealth.
Ps if any of you happen to be multimillionaires a house deposit donation wouldchange my life 😉
Or if your an influencer get me promoted so I can monetise this bad boy 😉
Loopy x
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