Our 2013 started by joining the big crowd counting down 3, 2, 1 in the Times Square. At the beginning, it sounded like a mission impossible to have a family of seven, with a bouncing 6-year-old, an energetic 13-year-old, and a thinking-I-am-mature-enough 17-year-old in the group. We were fear that somehow, someone was going to be missing and we had to call the police and search for the little missing lamb. Luckily, we went out in a pact, got ourselves anchored in the crowd, facing directly to the New York Times Square Ball Drop.
“3, 2, 1. Happy New Year,” said my love to me, and from me to him. Then, we kissed.
We exchanged greetings to our family.
It was once in a life time things-to-do, and we made it. We went to our hotel safely, with everyone stay intact. The most important thing was, we all had a good time.
May we have more good times in the year 2013.