On birthdays

While I didn't widely publicize it (except to Amy, who is probably sick of hearing about it), John was out of town for my birthday. When we found out a few weeks ago that he'd have to be away, I was completely bummed and I worried that I'd be sitting in my house, alone, sobbing into tissues while I turned 30. But here's what I found out: birthdays rock, no matter who's around! Yesterday was a great day just because it was my birthday. And to top it off, when John comes home we're going to celebrate again. It's funny how sometimes something you'd been dreading turns into something pretty damned cool.