my last day (sniff, sniff)

After today, I’ll never be 33 again. Rumor has it that 34 isn’t a whole lot different than 33. Imagine that.

Part of me hopes the coming year is a little quieter, calmer.

A bigger part of me says Bring. It. On.

After four days of single-momming it (Gabe went to 2 conferences in Chicag0) and a night of candy-begging with a spider, a witch, and a hobo and a good 20 minutes of scrubbing black and white paint off three little faces, I’m feeling a bit reflective.

Not really.

I’m mostly feeling tired. And overwhelmed. And overcome by the temptation to eat 7 or 8 of the 4,000 pieces of candy sitting in popcorn bowls on the kitchen counter.

Do you know what would be really cool? If you prayed for me in honor of my birthday.

And do you know what would also be cool? If you let me pray for you.

So, tell me what you prayed for me. And tell me how I can pray for you.

Have a great weekend!

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