Above: Card from my grandmother. Yes, I just got this over the weekend, and not when I was twelve.

Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. I’m still processing the events of the past weekend, which included trips to Connecticut and NYC, an all-star cast of friends and family, a deluge of prosecco, a red velvet cupcake (consumed yesterday at exactly 2:58pm, the very minute I was born), and one VERY thoughtful husband.

Also, I purchased a little something for myself: a signet ring with the date of my birthday engraved inside. It’s my new favorite thing.

I’m feeling very lucky, very loved, and very young at heart. And I’m grateful for all of you, who continue to make all three possible.