For the past couple of years, we’ve had an annual tradition of visiting our married friend’s house for New Year’s. Before the clock strikes twelve, we’d play a few games on Jackbox.tv. It was a lovely tradition where we’d all draw on our phones, depending on the game. The hilarious results of trying to decipher each other’s really bad renditions of what the game asked us to depict were priceless. I’d often fail miserably at illustrating a phrase, person, or place, but that was the fun of the game. I say it was a lovey tradition because, sadly, our friends are no longer together. My husband and I thought our duo would be forever, but they’re in the process of parting ways. On a recent trip to England, we talked about it, and we were both sad, but also that we were losing close friends we’d cherished for so long. I guess time will tell how their journey ahead pans out, but I’ll miss playing those silly games together and then going up the nearest hill to see all the New Years fireworks ignite across the city they lived in.