I've had a great year! Thank you for being a part of it! I'll be leaving it a bit teary-eyed like I always do being as sensitive as I happen to be. Not all the days this year were good. Many of them were quite hard. But still, the morning comes, and she is kind. As long as I'm greeted with kisses and whispers, hugs, snuggles and demands, I will break my bread with gratitude and spend my days giving in to joy, knowing it will once more bring us through the night.