I made it… I’m 29.

For the last several years, I’ve had this irrational and unfounded fear I wouldn’t live to be 29. Long story. But I made it.

Steve took me out today for a late lunch. It was really nice especially when considering I wasn’t making a big deal out of anything and wasn’t planning on doing anything. My week’s been so busy, I was actually planning on just staying home. We ate Italian and it was, oh, so good, then went around to a few stores including one where we finally got my boys some new dress shirts for the wedding next month. Matching shirts, actually. Different ties, though. Not quite the colors I would have liked, but Steve is actually very picky! The pastel green that he has worn before… he’s only done that under duress.

And at current count there are no less than 80 wall posts from 80 friends wishing me a happy birthday on Facebook. Just really nice to know that people care enough to take even just a little bit of time out of their day…