That's "New Year," not "New Years" - a pet peeve of mine. It's one year, not several. Another pet peeve is people who say "I could care less" when it's supposed to be "I couldn't care less." Then there's the "at." Oh my goodness, that gives me the cold pricklies. Where's it at? Do you know where my keys are at?
Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I want to blog about my dear mother, who is 78, and her BFF, who is 84. They spend every New Year's (see, the apostrophe is okay there) Eve together. In mother's words, "We pray in the new year." Most likely they had take-out Chinese (or is that Asian?) food for dinner. In the morning they eat breakfast in their jammies, off TV trays while watching the Tournament of Roses parade.
They are two of the most gentile Christian ladies you could ever hope to meet. Their friendship is strong and endearing. They are the same as two teenage girls, sharing life's ups and downs. It makes my heart happy to see the adage "Age is just a number" in living, giggling, praising color.
I wish you a year full of "happy heart" moments :).