Thirty-five year old toes
It’s my birthday! (And also Egghunt‘s, though since she lives in the future, it was yesterday…Happy birthday Egghunt. I know what I will be wishing for you when I blow out my candles. [A pony, of course! Oh shit, now it won’t come true! I’ll have to come up with something else.])
The contrast between this year and last year is pretty fucking striking.
I’m talking, of course, about the fact that my garden was so much greener last year. We’re having an unseasonably cold spring, which is PISSING ME OFF.
Oh, and then there’s the fact that last year I was a week away from a meatballectomy, and this year I’m three weeks away from motherhood. I will go into the same building, and recover one floor above, perhaps even looking out on the same view, but I’ll leave, God willing, with a brand new person. One I already love more than anything, and I hear tell that love just gets stronger.
I am filled with gratitude and astonishment. I want this so much for those of you who haven’t gotten here yet. And sure, I’m in a position to be magnanimous, I have everything I want. But still, it is my fondest birthday wish that this year will be one filled with joy for all of you.