It is December 26. This is my New Year’s Day.
In my spirit, another year is complete.
We finished dozens of anniversaries, great and small. My heart is indescribably free on this day.
There is a big, splashy sticker glittering in the box of this day on the calendar in my mind.
Today is a new day. A new year.
January 1, you’ve got nothing over this day.