Birfday

I just had the greatest birthday party ever.

It was perfect; it was hilarious, the weather basically held out, the food was terrific, the people were amazing, it was just rapturous. We played lawn games (Cups may be a new favorite lawn game, thanks for introducing that Andy), we drank beer, we ate a lot of food (except when it's my party I feel like I never actually eat because I'm distracted by the people, which is a problem when combined with drinking) we laughed, people got to meet each other—all I could have wanted and more. I did get this disgustingly giant bruise on my right forearm that makes it look like I could be the start of some Lifetime Movie but let it be known it is from a frisbee. I'm kind of self-conscious to go out in public with it.
A big thanks to all of you who stopped by; it means so much to me to have the people I care about all in the same area. Thank you Rita for the awesome French Press, which my hungover butt definitely used this morning. I am going to be enjoying that for a long time. Thanks friends for all the cards, treats, jokes, everything. Last year's birthday was severely lacking in company, hope and joy. This year more than made up for it. I am blessed to have you in my life.