Jessy orchestrated this photo- I thought it was corny at first, but now I really like it.
They say you are the size of a giant mango this week, last week you were supposedly a spaghetti squash. I don’t think they know what they are talking about. Whoever the hell ‘they’ are.
I am super tired these days. I had a birthday on Saturday, I turned 38. 38 years young, that is. It was a super fun party, the first birthday party I have had since I was struck sober over 6 years ago. That’s a long time to go without celebrating your life. The fact that you made it another year. I didn’t get any photos of the party because I spent too much time co-dependently trying to make sure all my disparate and wonderful groups of friends had enough attention and didn’t get bored. That’s a tough job.
This is Mom and Dad in Sedona, by the rushing red rock river. That’s you in my belly, hanging out, being cute.
Miles gave us stuffed animals and told us to play. So we did.
This is Dad and Miles, aren’t they so handsome?
This is Jessy and I with Miles.
I’m sorry I can’t write more right now, darling little girl, but I am plum tuckered out.
All I can say is I love you I love you and I love you.