One year and one day ago, I was celebrating Mardi Gras in Williamsburg, chez Ian and George. A memorably wonderful party: Guitars, piano, trombone. A lot of laughter and singing. Gumbo and King cake. I was barely two hours off a plane home from Hawai’i, surrounded by friends, rocking a tan, a Negra Modelo and a whole lot of beads.
Many intervening ups and downs since then, but today I am thankful to find life no less beautiful. And I would say I’m even more aware of the importance of celebration. Note to self: February is a good month to step up efforts to dance, kiss and sing. Who’s with me?