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“It’s like you moved to another country…but it’s just St. Paul.”

—me to Michael, 9/27/16

“MOMMY!!! It’s your BOITHDAY!!!”

—anonymous, 9/27/16

I remember 18 as being a rather stand-out birthday, but I do believe it has been eclipsed…by 35.

Part of this is circumstance, OF LIFE, for sure—I have everything I’d hoped to have at this age (if I ever thought about 35 IN MY YOUTH, which I did not, but still). What a glorious life.

But part of it is circumstance OF DAY, which was created meaningfully and deliberately by those IN my life, and for that, I thank them!

Here’s to maternity leave AKA playing stay-at-home parent AKA playing followed by library story hour followed by coffeeshop stop-in (“lemon poppyseed!”) followed by kiddie clothes shopping (“hi friend!”). A nice lunch and playing house and cuddles. And a fantastic, amazing dinner out at a place I’ve been wanting to go to since Barack Obama himself stopped in (and since it opened, too) a couple years ago (Bachelor Farmer! Just like its coffeeshop IT LIVED up to the hype, and I cannot wait to go back! Duck! Salina! etc.) with the most perfect company one could ask for…JEFF, aka THE BEST. 🙂 Followed by surprise serious cupcakes and peridot presents and enthusiastic singing! (And I do think the preschooler had an even better day than I did, presents and cake being her jam, basically.)

Happy 35 to me. Old enough to be president, young enough to know better. THANK YOU JEFF!!!