
i can't believe how many people go out of their way to wish me happy birthday.
it's really nice.
i felt the love all day yesterday, well even a few days before.
and i'll get to feel it for a few more days, really because my favorite tradition is coming up on the ides of march.
you people got me donuts and sang to me, sent cards and texts, commented on my instagram feed, called me, sent greetings through facebook, and some of you even met me for ice cream even though we already left (oops! isn't that just how we roll, wendy?).
no matter what dave writes in a card or what the card says, it brings tears to my eyes.
yesterday was no different.
it's a good life we have together.
he's amazing to me in so many ways.

all of this to say, thanks, my friends.
getting older isn't so bad.
for some reason twenty12 feels just right to me.
the awesome, the scary, the joy, the ordinary, the fear, the goals, the unplanned ... all of it.

even this gray, rainy day that i've been laid up with a junky cold.
it's not so bad since it followed a beautiful yesterday.