Good Bye to Father Time 12/31/2015, Hello to Baby New Year 2016

Can't remember for certain if it was Tim Conway or Red Skelton, but years ago I saw a skit on TV depicting Father Time and Baby New Year, with great ceremony the Father Time character bid farewell to the old year and walked into a beautiful old wooden Grandfather Clock and greeted Baby New Year and then the baby toddle out of the clock off to see what the time would bring. I think of this each year, fondly. What can be said for the passing of the years, we've been so many things to so many people, we've travel to some degree as needed or wanted, we've accompanied our families through many a fine year, and have also experienced the loss of people throughout the years, we humans are ever changing, yet while we experience all the love and cares of our human element, Father Time always gently nudges us to appreciate the ones we still hold dear, to cherish them a little bit more, nothing taken for granted. Families on my husband's side, and on my own core's, all well loved, our son and all the exceptional character's he's brought through our lives, seems only yesterday Val & he were sitting up in the magnolia tree for ours on end talking to each other as only 5 year old can, and yet she turns 32 today, still our friend and neighbor. Or Feltman, from a 9 year old on my living room floor to 12 years old when he kept staring at my boobs, or the 16 year old we'd rescue from a party gone wrong, to middle of the night sleepovers to avoid DUI's, and so we saw him walk down the aisle with his bride in tow a few years back, and now we watch as he plays with his own babies turned to toddlers. Or David rollerblading across our living carpet, he's become the nucleus of their friend core, always getting them back together for a grill event or Friendsgiving Day. My little 6 or 7 yr old Ozzie, birthday bookclub short on money and I spot him the shortage making a friend for life, he and our son diving in the parks pool for buried treasure, and all the years of teen rescues these two lads apparently needed, and again the sleepovers, middle of the night phones as he struggled with what was playing out at the dysfunctional home, he my other cherub. We had the pleasure of going to his wedding this year, and got to see all our lovies, so many hugs and handshakes, love filled the room, which was awesome. They've been some wonderful years bringing so many good moments, it still always out weighs the bad time that gets presented to us when we least expect it. I love them all, I love each evening the old man comes home, and each call or text from my rather antagonizing son who apparently enjoys nailing his mother on any flaw he can target, lol, one aquarian to the other I try hard to get him back when I can, it's our type of fun. Thank You 2015 for all the heartfelt moments, all the love, all the kind acts. And all of those other years. And on to Baby 2016 in a few short hours.