I celebrated new years eve at home with my parents and my grandma for the first time in a long while. It was good times in a family kind of way. We watched a fun movie (Oh brother, where art thou?), had snacks and drank wine. After it was 12 o clock we all hugged and drank champagne. The weather was rainy outside and I went out to look at the fireworks in the street while the rest stayed inside. After a while my dad joined me and we reflected on the last year for a little bit. At one point toward the end of the conversation my dad said: "I love you, you're a good kid." and it made me tear up and sob uncontrollably like a little bitch. I couldn't believe such simple words could mean so much. They were big, heavy tears of joy, man. I take so much appreciation in this kind of stuff, and I think all of us should, or at least try to. I'm still a young guy at 26 and my parents will probably be around for a while, but it made me realize again how important family really is. Spend time with them, or you'll regret it. I'm sure of it. Happy new years everyone. Make this year count.