First off, I tend to do things in threes: Three daughters, (I myself am one of three kids...a middle child of two middle children), usually three WIP's at a time, three cups of tea a day, that kind of thing.
So, it should come as no surprise that each year, I get to end my year with a triple whammy:
Christmas (which I love)
My anniversary (which is a blast)
and my third daughter's birthday (which also happens to be New Years Day).
That's right, folks, eleven years ago I had the first baby of the New Year for the city I lived in.
Imagine, if you will, TV reporters in your room at 3:00 a.m. interviewing you for the 6:oo a.m. News...
Reporter: So, Mrs. Thomas, (awkwardly looks at the HUGE bundle in my arms) is that your first ten pound baby?
Me: (Did he really just say that...???) Let's just say it's my last ten pound baby...(awkwardly laughs...does not make eye contact with camera).
Yes, eleven years ago on New Year's Eve, I was in labor and at 12:46 a.m., my little (not-so-little, actually) Cali was born.
So, um, the writing I get done in the week between Christmas and New Years looks like this:
not so much.
But, next week, when I get to go back to work, then I'll have time to write...
Happy Birthday, Caledonia.