needle in the haaaaaay

This day last year we dragged a fire pit around to the driveway at Meringue and burnt our fears and failures in the flames. There was caramel corn, and cider. I wore a yellow sweater and Elder M came with a British accent and A didn't drive away until the 5th was long over.

Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Only I am in Italy and today Jacq is Soeur Roberts and the world has spun another year of shattering change and growth. Today seems more a time for reflection than revelry, and Kate Walsh, so far, has been excellent company. Oh! The past. So complex, so heartbreakingly human. So very many memories we hold onto, never to have again.

It's a darn good thing I'm so sure of the future.

I don't know who started it. But there we were, dinner over, only homework awaiting us upstairs, and there was the magic eight ball. Problem solved. Life solved.

Because now we know that Kendis will be married by January 2010 (sicuramente si). Alyssa will find the love of her life in Italy (senz'alcun dubbio). Lauren will just have to ask later about serving a mission. With Luigia in on the fun, there's a visit to America coming, too (è proprio cosi). Only Schizzo has to stay behind (oh yes, she asked).

And no matter how grey the day, a bit of love and laughter (plus a prayer or two) will turn it all around.