Yesterday I turned my Jesus year.
My Dad said I am closer to 40 than 25. To be fair, he said, he is closer to 70 than 55. Another trip around the sun.
Our supper plans were averted by Influenza A, so Country Man cut ribeyes, poured wine and cleaned up. I would like to say I am lucky but I think every person deserves a person like mine.
As I am typing this, my sick babe is running around the house with his shirt lifted up, squealing because he is showing off his belly and bellies are funny. I love my little weirdo.
Now he is smearing snot everywhere. This is the marking of a true toddler.
I hope 2016 has been as good to you as it was for me.
Happy New Year’s, friends!