Ben turns four in 2026. That’s mostly four fingers for him.

The picture is from earlier in 2025. He was three back then. That’s mostly three fingers for him.

It’s new year’s eve as I write and he’s sitting in the other room. It’s mostly a night for him.

It’s New Year’s Day as you read. I have no idea where you are sitting. But for Ben, it’s morning.

And he’s not worrying about the date or about expectations or about resolutions. He’ll eat some breakfast, open some delayed Christmas presents, jump on a bed, tell his momma and dadda “hi”.

I realized that I could write something about a new year or goals or transitions or something like that. Instead, I’m thinking about Ben, facing a whole new year like it’s Thursday.

And now I’m going to read him a book.