So yesterday was my birthday, which is always enjoyable. I mean, I guess it is? I don't really mind birthdays, but I don't really get excited about them either. I did think I was turning 38, but turns out I was only turning 37, so SCORE. I just gained a year.
Nick and I spent last weekend out of town for our ten year anniversary (someday I plan to do a post on this! With pictures! Because it was an AMAZING trip! But I plan to do a lot of posts with pictures these days, and they rarely seem to happen so, we will see...)Anyway, after that epic trip I said we didn't really need to do much for my birthday. I had lunch with my mom at a favorite local Mediterranean place, then we went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner with Boo and her crew...and we are celebrating with my parents to Bonefish on Friday... as I get older my birthday happiness commonly centers around food. Before dinner we took a walk through our local arboretum. We laughed and talked and hunted Halloween Pokemon. It was perfect.
In general, there isn't really anything I want or need for my
birthday. There are no wishes I need to make on candles. At thirty
seven, I am exactly where I want to be. And that's a pretty great