The night flew by. We ate a lot. Watched the ball drop. Had a champagne toast. Played games in the garage. Ate a lot, again. Hardly slept. And never wanted to leave.
Group photo right after midnight:
We left Koda home alone. We were worried she might have a party with the neighbor dogs, but she did well. (For those worried, we had a sitter let her out late at night and one super early in the morning). I bribed the early morning sitter with a Starbucks gift card to text me that Koda was still alive.
I want to go back. Can we celebrate all over again?
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