Another Year Older, Another Year Wiser

Or at least I hope I am. Every year I feel like I am learning more and more, and then I will forget how to spell the word ‘the’ or the three things I need to buy at the supermarket. Age is kind of funny that way. What do you do? All I know is that I love my life more and more every day and am so thankful that I have such wonderful people to share it with!

I will leave you with a picture from my first birthday party. I am the one in the wooden highchair hoarding all the chocolate cake. Thirty-two years later it is still my favorite. Happy birthday to me.