Casey and Sam are fond of celebrating the New Year, but as I had to work yesterday, we did not stay up much past midnight on Sunday. In fact, we had a rather abrupt end to New Year's Eve celebrations. As the clock struck midnight, I turned to Casey, expecting to kiss her. Instead, she just burst into tears. Not a very reassuring sight for a husband to see!
I was distraught, of course, to see her so upset. Still, I cannot say I was surprised. For Casey, the year of 1912 brings her worst...
Published on January 02, 2012 03:51