The husband called 5 minutes to 2008 so we could "celebrate" the new year "in Sydney together".
At the stroke of midnight, I shouted "Happy New Year!" to him with a little tear in my eye.
I will sleep now but in a couple of hours, he will call again so we can "celebrate the new year in Dubai."
Next year it will different. It will be better. It will be sweeter. Next year we'll be together
