I was still awake when the clock struck twelve. Margaret had gone to bed and I was alone. There were firecrackers popping all over the neighborhood. I escorted the old year out the back door and walked to the front. As I stood there I had a moment of sadness when I wondered how many more New Years I would live to see. That thought was quickly overtaken by gratitude for being able to celebrate this one. In the dark, on the edge of 2013, I counted my blessings. Then I welcomed the new year in through our front door.