y the time I write to you again it will be the New Year.

I don’t know how 2012 treated each of you. Maybe, when you consult your year-in-review mental flip album it’s full of nothing but fond memories. I hope this is true. But I’ve heard it from more than a few friends that 2012 was the Year of the Wah-Wah Noise. (That’s right. I’ll bet you can hear it in your head right now.)

I’m not going to lie; I might have been overheard saying it myself.

But there’s something that strikes me as ungrateful about throwing a day away, much less a year, so I’ve started sifting through the events of the last twelve months looking for the pieces I would like to keep—you know, as opposed to those I can’t wait to leave on the threshold of the New Year. It starts slow, this process, but it always picks up. Even in the messes I’ve made, the injuries—real and imagined—I’ve incurred and inflicted, there’s something shiny to dust off and pocket, a reminder of what went right even when it seemed to have gone entirely wrong.

When you look back at your year, the work that you did at home and away from it, I hope you find yourself surprised by how many small pieces you find yourself happy to find to carry with you into 2013.

For this last post of the year, I asked The Three that if they had to choose from among their material things just one to bring with them into the year ahead, which one would it be? The newly-gifted received the most attention, of course, and these pictures are the result.

Happy New Year.