Woke up to this:
This is mah burfday bike. I like her.
And soft sunset colored roses.
In vases, all over my apartment,
adding up to 30, with the most wonderful notes attached.
The Boyo snuck into my place in the wee sma’s with The Roommate’s help
and set all of this up–
let me tell you,
there are worse ways to wake up than to roses and a beach cruiser.
I love this man.
Birthdays are strange.
When I first met my friend Wylie,
he said that he was celebrating the first anniversary of his 29th birthday.
I thought that was silly at the time
…I understand it now.
I am 30.
I am now officially the oldest unmarried woman in my family’s history.
I am wearing flats with my favorite black silk dress
because, in all ironies, I tweaked my back but good last night.
I am going to lunch with my favorite co-workers,
and I will *probably* be talked into getting the lavender duck sandwich,
because it is DELICIOUS.
The Boyo and I will go out to dinner tonight,
just the two of us,
and laugh about silly things,
and do the whole gaze-into-each-others’-eyes-over-candlelight-thing,
and then start laughing again,
because true love doesn’t take itself too seriously, you know.
He’s been with me since I was 18.
now the core of my heart.
He is a good man.
Today I am grateful for…everything.
Even my twingy back.
I’ve been so afraid to relax and enjoy what I have right now
because I had so many Other Shoes drop on me over the last seven years,
Imelda Marcos would be jealous.
I am grateful for everything.
For my friends who carried me.
For The Boyo who has stayed.
For a car that works.
For an affectionate, smart little dog.
For my parents.
For my grandmother, who sends the strangest gifts
out of the deepest love of her heart.
For friends getting married, for being a part of their love.
For sunshine and rain.
For roses, an adventuresome bike, and a small stuffed dinosaur.
I am grateful for all things.