Yesterday I turned 38. I still struggle at times with the fact that I’m a real adult but clearly I’ve been adulting for a while now.
My day started with the gift that kept on giving – poop from Jelly (I swear she’s testing us to see if we really are keeping her sometimes) followed by ‘I’m sorry I pooped but still love me’ snuggles. I obliged. I got a billion texts, some emails, Instagram messages and of course a ton of Facebook wall posts. My sister took me to lunch and I bumped into more friends! It was a nice low key day. I still went to work but ended my evening with Chinese takeout, some knitting, more dog snuggles and a nice evening with my husband.
Birthdays are difficult for me. They’re an odd mix of happy and sadness . I’m happy to celebrate (cake!) but whenever someone asks me what I want I always want to say a hug from my Dad. I know, the thing I can’t have is what I want the most but it’s true. So instead I’ve been focusing on what I do have and that’s a lot. I’ve got a lot of love and support in my life and I’m encouraged daily to do the things that I love. I’m thankful that I’m still here and even though I can’t hug him I know he’s with me too. Here’s to 38 being a great year.