Today I turned 38. In some ways I feel like I have already lived so much, but then again there’s a long ways to go until it’s my turn on the side of that Smucker’s jar. (It’s happening Willard, it’s happening.)
Tonight we kept the celebrating low key. Pizza at our favorite joint with Sketts and Binger in tow. Life is good and the right now could not be better. I am beyond grateful for every single birthday I get to spend with my people. They are worth a mountain of wrinkles, grey hairs and saggy whatever’s.