Today is my birthday. Thirty five years young…or old. This is what I woke up to from Dani:
Wow, ya sure know how to make a girl feel special. Luvs ya too. But if I didn’t get that, it wouldn’t be Dani.
Normally we celebrate birthdays with a few others – sometimes just the girls; other times we include the boys. Aaron asks if I want to go for dinner. It doesn’t feel right this year. It doesn’t feel like a time to “celebrate.”
So it’s a quiet evening. And I’m OK with that.0