In years past, I suspect their New Year’s resolutions

May have been made under a cloud of sparkly falling confetti.

Run farther,

Or eat Healthier.

Travel more, maybe?

Earn that promotion, perhaps?

This year.

I’m sure.

Resolutions made,

And quietly whispered,

Then sealed with a gentle kiss atop a fuzzy little head.

Hold tightly, keep safely, love boldly,

Their wonderful new little you.