I always say that every year is my most favorite. Still true.
January 22, 2012 § 1 Comment
My friend Melissa says I get stuck on the weirdest things.
(‘Tis true. She’s quite brilliant.)
Last Saturday, a mere seven days ago, Idon’tevenknowhowmany of you came out to my friend Mark’s beautiful home and blessed my soul in ways I don’t have the proper words for. Great beer (despite that whole finicky broken tap thing), a hot tub, a baby! (like, a real live baby!), living room dancing, and through some serious conniving…my parents. My gorgeous-beautiful-hilarious-everybody-loves-them parents came waltzing out on to the back porch like it was the most normal thing in the world.
If this is 30, I’d like to get stuck here for quite some time.
Thanks for being so fantastical.
Love you fiercely.
All the embraces I can muster,