Welcome, 2004. So long, 2003.
Maybe this will be the year we find (and kill) Osama. Maybe this will be the year of the upset, and we’ll spend the last few months trying to get used to the phrase “President Dean”. Maybe this will be the year the Red Sox win the World Series.
Maybe this will be the year Andrew gets a bike with training wheels. Maybe this will be the year Mallory gets a car.
Maybe this will be the year I lose 30 pounds. Maybe this will be the year I get all my hair back… (as opposed to all my back hair).
I doubt I’ll stay up ’til midnight tonight. The magic of the New Year isn’t found at the stroke of twelve. It’s found in the mystery of what’s going to happen. We know there’ll be big news stories this year… but we have no idea what they’ll be. Tragedy, comedy, awe-inspiring, tear-jerking stories… just waiting to be told.
Here’s hoping you have a wonderful, awe-inspiring 2004, free from bad news and worry. Thanks for making my 2003 so fulfilling. It’s been great sharing my thoughts with you, and I hope you’ll continue to share your thoughts with me throughout the new year.
Happy New Year
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