Oh happy day

My hopes and fears are what runs through my head each birthday morning. I always have a difficult sleeping the night before. Two cups of Turkish coffee didn't help.

I didn't look into the mirror Wednesday morning for fear of what I'd find, this woman who I hardly recognize anymore or worse. It's difficult to look at yourself honestly on such a day anyway. You'll always scrutinize yourself after age thirty. Each year it gets a little bit worse.

On Saturday Seb and I spun off about 10 little photos taken at arms length of us together and then us as a little family, and these are the photos I looked at when I woke up after a long night tossing and turning and a brief glance in the mirror. I tried to look at them objectively, like someone shopping for a car or a camera.


She looks happy enough and he looks pleased with her. That's all I needed to see to remind me to hang on until next year, hold out for the good times. Even if this year has been rough as all get out, it can always turn around and get 300 times better in a matter of minutes.

Look, here's more proof of that...