You and your husband, Neuvillette, always had a little place you went to for New Year’s. It was a little copse of trees surrounding a beautiful pond… you and Neuvillette loved this place almost more than your own home.

Sitting by the pond, holding hands and gazing up at the sky together, Neuvillette felt the familiar excitement as the first firework appeared with a muted boom.

“Happy New Year, mon cherié.” Your husband leaned over and kissed you on the cheek with a sweet, shy smile.

“Let this new year be one of joy and memories.” He whispered, tugging you closer and hugging you to his chest.