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Happy New Year!  It is officially 1/1/2010 at 12:02am.  A new year, a new day.

What will 2010 brings as we also celebrate the decade of a new century?  Will dreams come true?  Will challenges be met?  Will change happen?

I sat quietly and meditated for a moment and then my eight-year-old daughter ran into the room with her youthful exuberance to wish me happy new year.  I started off this year with the unconditional love and acceptance from the little girl who captured my heart.  Moments after that in came the six-year-old daughter with her happy joie d'vie and proceeded to dance in the new year.  She is the smile that crosses my face and the twinkle in my eye.

Even as the year as turned the pages of the decade, I take a moment to reflect on the things that are different.  My youngest son, a teenager now, is bringing in the new year with his friends.  My middle son already celebrated the new year almost a day ago as he is in Japan.  My older son is bringing in the new year waiting for the announcement that "it's time" and the hopes of welcoming a new life.  They are all living their life, as children should once the raising is finished.

I am forty-five years old.  I am seeing the start of another new year, another decade.  For that I am thankful and the dreams I have for 2010 are just as fresh as a new piece of paper.  The pen of this writer is steady and ready to fill the pages with more love, more joy, more laughs, more happiness, more new!

Happy 2010 - make it memorable!
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