I have the three most wonderful children in the history of birth-control gone awry. I have a home and a family and friends and everything that has happened up until this point has just been steering me in this direction.
I watched them play tonight and as L squealed and ran from B, as B tackled her and nibbled her tummy and she laughed harder than I have ever seen her, as T finally achieved his life-long goal of 5 whole consecutive jumps on the pogo-stick, I realized that this year had to suck so badly to get me where I am right this very second...and I wouldn't trade a second of it for the world.
Well, almost without comment.
I am a worrier.
Add to that 2 very long nights this weekend, throw in crazy 'wear green, get plastered and make out with strangers' day, and you have one tired, sore, worn out and sleepy Mr. Lady.
But today, oh today. Today I celebrated my birthday with those 5 fabulous people you hear so much about on ye ol' blog. We had lunch on the patio at 1, watched the kids bike-ride, chased the dog, got a little sun, drank some beer and totally unwound. I had the best goddamn birthday cake I have ever had, and thanks to my boys, who don't so much eat cake, I got to have A LOT of it.
Dude, I feel so much better. 6 days of crap? Whatever. I have the rest of my life with really great people that I love. I could get through 6 days of the Spice Girls.
Tomorrow, I apparently get to figure out why the Retropolitan keeps biting me.
Molly, it's been 15 years now. Dude, I love you as much today as I ever have. You thrill me and amaze me and inspire me and love me unconditionally and I am the luckiest girl in the world to be your friend.
How often do you meet people in your teens, in high school for that matter, that totally change your life? Not very often, I'd bet. But here we are. I couldn't live without you. I never, ever will.
I know, this one's short, and I'm sorry for that, but L kept me up all night and I'm friggin' tired. But dude. Seriously. I nub noo. Thank you for being by my side through all the important stuff. And thanks for being there, too, through all silly things, too.
You know that you got me.
Love always, MrLady