Birchbox dinner; a work event; parent/teacher conferences; volleyball, ballet, and soccer practices (the girlies, not me); and sundry other goodness that I attempted to power through as a single mama (albeit with lots of help from the grandparents), as Bryan was gone on an eight-day work trip. I missed him. I'm not gonna lie. But the missing made celebrating our anniversary yesterday even sweeter. It was our 13th anniversary to be exact (on October 13th of 2013), so I'm thinking it was a lucky one... Or at least that's what I'm going with.
Trifecta of oft-maligned numbers that I choose to attribute happy and magical qualities to aside, I do feel like the luckiest girl in the world: I have an interesting, challenging, creative career that I genuinely enjoy; an amazing, supportive family; and insanely talented, generous, and wickedly funny friends.
But most of all, I have those girlies and that hubby of mine. The absolute tops. Do not pass go; Do not collect $200. I'm just going to marinate in the gratitude today. Cool?