Every year on my birthday, I can’t help but think of my amazing parents.
Mom, thanks for enduring a ridiculously long labor and tumultuous teen years and for teaching me how to cook.
Dad, thanks for putting me through college and always helping me move and making the most amazing carob chocolates for me in mass quantities.
And now, since he’s been around for the last few birthdays, my dear husband. Jodus, thank you for always making my/our lives an adventure and for tucking me in every night and for being my rock.
Last year, my one wish was for a little quieter year than the last. HA! Fat chance. But you know what? At least the craziness this past year was on my own terms and not anyone else’s. It was a damn good year.