when the lack of a shadow predicts an early Spring. I’ve always felt a certain responsibility for the groundhog’s prophecies since he emerges on my birthday. And with zero degree weather and frozen pipes upstairs today, an early Spring is something to celebrate.
Many thanks, to all of you who have wrapped me in your love this year, who have mourned and cheered and cried with me. One of these February 2nds I’m going to host a giant party, hire a caterer, fly in friends from all over the world and hand out spectacular carefully-chosen gifts to each person who has nurtured and inspired me. Doesn’t that sound like bliss? I’ve always thought that a birthday is the perfect day to give rather than receive
Until then, I’m going to enjoy the pile of treats on my counter and bask in gratitude for the wonderful people who make every day a delight.
p.s. um, Erik suspects that you only comment on posts about him where he is shirtless. Hmm, is that true? 😉