It's a New Year

When I woke up my daughter and wished her happy new year, before she even opened her eyes she pointed at the wall. Hanging in its proper place was a 2014 calendar. The last thing she did before going to bed, after watching the Raleigh acorn and the NYC ball drop to ring in the new year, was to replace her 2013 calendar with its 2014 sibling.

These are special calendars to her, but not anyone else. They are scenic America calendars from my insurance agent. They are not on slick paper. The photos are not spectacular. But each year they showcase 12 different scenes from 12 different states. And Grace hangs them up. She writes important dates on them. She crosses off days that have passed. And she keeps them. She now has three old calendars on her bedside table. Each is filled with birthdays, special events and 365 Xs.

And now she is starting a new one. Happy New Year.