I spent the rest of the day being overwhelmed by love from text messages, phone calls and Facebook posts (in addition to being overwhelmed by a massive migraine that put me down hard by the end of the night). I got to talk to my sweet Texan Grandmother, who despite living in Utah for over 50 years, has kept her accent. She's up there in age and has to deal with so many health ailments. She's got one leg, wheelchair bound, has ulcers, vertigo, sleeps with oxygen and is getting over a cold . . . and she doesn't have a damn thing to complain about. Just gives me one extra thing to feel so grateful for my life.
I ended the eve of my 29th birthday lying in bed next to my husband. I tried to ignore the pressure of my migraine while he combed his fingers through my hair and watched Cabin in the Woods.
A birthday is just like every other day.
And I love my every other days.