Today is my 34th birthday and I like to think I don’t look a day over 24. Ha. I say as I pluck the gray hair from my head and wonder, did my skin always crinkle like that?
I look forward to my birthday, to the cards in the mail, emails at my desk, phone calls after dinner. It’s those sweet moments with close friends and family peppered through the day that make it so special. And today someone new was added to that list, my seven year old nephew:
Hello?
Aunt Liz.
Hi guy, what’s going on?
I am calling to wish you a happy birthday.
Heart melting. Birthday happy.
I looked forward to being 33 for so long that I was afraid I would miss it. That things would only go downhill from here. But in the few short hours that I have been 34, I can already tell things only get better.