Today is my 37th birthday. It feels so weird to be 37. I don't feel 37. I don't think I look like what 37 looks like. I remember when my parents were this age. All very weird.
had a little celebration tonight at home with my parents, Dave,
Anderson, and me. Dinner was spaghetti and garlic bread. I mean, of
course, I'm tapering! There was also chocolate cake, which Anderson
loved. Me too. Then I got a few presents. My parents got me some
construction/garden gloves. These will come in very handy at this
house. They also got me a VISA gift card that I plan to save for
something special. (Not that I've figured out what that something
special is yet.) Anderson drew me a picture which he said is a picture
of cake. The kid loves cake. Dave got me a new bikini (oh yeah, have I
mentioned that a few hours after my marathon on Sunday we're hopping on
a plane to the beach for a week?), some new Lululemon running shorts,
and signed us up for a glass blowing class in a few weeks. How cool is
I think the start of 37 was great and I can't wait to see how the year unfolds.