"Everyday has promise."
"Well it seems that the first day of the year has more promise then the rest."
"I suppose but I will certainly take it as a good sign that you are at leasting embracing the possibility of promise."
"I am sorry for so much, life as usual, for far too long." She looked at him then. It had been so long since she heard something deeper in his words then the surface of day to day. He didn't see her looking of course. His eyes were on the news so she turned back to the frying pan and finished their dinner.
She brought him his plate and a glass of wine. He looked up somewhat surprised. "What's this?"
"Here's to tomorrow - to promise - to making hopes and dreams again - and maybe new realities." They clinked there glasses and drank, later they kissed and believed in tomorrow.