I thought that once I got married I’d be able to take
certain things for granted. Alas, as many of us erstwhile bachelors realize too
late, moments that would seem, quite intuitively, to come easier once we don’t have
to hide them from the in-laws anymore, prove to be strangely elusive once the
honeymoon photos are finally stored away on the external hard drive.
With kids it has gotten even worse. I’m talking in this case,
of course, about ringing in the New Year with a kiss.
I wonder if my wife had a bad New Year’s Eve experience when
she was a little girl. That wouldn’t adequately explain it though, since she’d
made it until midnight every year we were dating. One year she was up until
almost a quarter to one, though she was talking like a zombie by the end there,
and she doesn’t even drink.
