. . . even before the clock strikes midnight, already a nostalgia for the year we leave behind, {although suppose it is always that way with good-byes} . . . and yet, few things are lovelier than the overwhelming excitement and perfect anticipation for the days and months that lay ahead . . . and there are still so many things left to discover, words left unspoken, and plans to be made, there are new places to travel and dreams left to dream . . .
so let's raise a glass to the past, to no regrets and springtime in paris, to red lipstick and pink champagne, to art and architecture and the kindness of strangers, to meeting again and to friends, to morning cups of coffee and laughter on a winter's night, to dinners for two and little adventures, to lives well lived and impossible accomplishments, to beautiful happiness and kisses at midnight, and most of all, to you . . .
thank you for coming along with me & wishing you a new year lost in love and the beauty of dreams,
{images: 1 - from me to you via greige; 2 - we heart it; 3 - a previous post; 4 - 1st dibs via lonny; 5 - cupcakes & cashmere; 6 - we heart it; 7 - coin sculpture by justine smith via pinterest; 8 - a previous post; 9 - hand lettering by alan ariail}
