For someone who hasn’t spent much time here since she’s moved back, the New Year’s Eve party I decided to throw basically only because I had a friend in town and didn’t want to go to the bars was pretty epic—I invited the few friends I’ve made, trusted their friend groups, and it all blended together seamlessly into the wee hours of the morning. I was shooting out last-minute invites until the day of the dang thing, and I’m so grateful it all came together in the end!
Also grateful for the cleanup crew of friends than came over—with coffee!—to battle the aftermath. I’m grateful for the rainy recovery days this week and the sunny days ahead. I’m grateful for a short but busy workweek with time still for the gym and yoga. I’m grateful for friends new and old, for plans and spontaneity, for the Texans and football, for hammer pants and awesome parents and that twin-like lil’ brother of mine.