And here we are. Another year. Another birthday. My last as a single woman. That doesn’t really mean anything to me. Next year, at this time, I will be married to my best friend. And let me tell you, that sounds absolutely lovely.
Last year I had just gotten engaged. The year before, I was just figuring out how to be in love. And this year I’m trying to settle on centerpieces, find yellow shoes, and torturing my wrist by addressing save the dates. I am still sometimes in shock at how quickly all of this has happened. But again, all of it is lovely.
I still get my birthday woes. I wish certain things in my life were different. But, really, I’m content. I feel this peace with my life lately that has not ever really been there. And again, it’s lovely.
Here’s to more lovely for all of us.