Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words. - Plautus

27 years. Don't they go by in a blink. This post will be a little taste of how I feel today. Happy. Grateful. Silly. Hopeful. Joyful. Goofy. Loved, Loving, and Crazy.

I've received emails, phone calls, texts, Facebook messages, cards, and so much more. THANK YOU FOR THEM ALL! I can't tell you what it means to me.

My Gram called and sang to me, like she has every year, my whole life. She sings and laughs that wild, lough laugh that I proudly inherited and she makes me smile. You are the best Gram a girl could wish for. Connecticut is too far.

"And what I dream of is a man who will discover her, and that she will discover a man who will love her, who is worthy of her, who is of this world, of this time, and has the grace, compassion and fortitude to walk beside her as she makes her way through this beautiful thing called life." -Meet Joe Black
...and I have....

I bought a pair of leopard print flats. I love them passionately. They were a present to myself. I firmly believe in that. Take care of you.

"Who told you life wasn't worth the fight?
They were wrong."
-Rascal Flatts

Tonight is the family birthday dinner. I requested grilled salmon, and eggplant. It just isn't a birthday without Mom's cooking. So I'll leave work, grab cute bf, and head down the familiar roads to the place where I'll be celebrated and 27 won't seem so old. Mom will tell me the story of when I was born, her eyes brimming with tears like they do every year. And I'll try to picture her then, so young, bringing me into this world full of unknowns. And here I am years later, alive, happy, well-adjusted (HAHA!)

This is my New Year. I intend to celebrate. We're heading to Ocean City tomorrow morning for a long weekend. We're driving a 1931 Ford down that long highway to the annual car show on the coast. We'll eat crabs, and drink beer, and laugh, and walk the beach in the early morning. And I'll think again how lucky I am. How grateful I am for all that I have, for all that I do, for all that I am, and for all that will be.


"Tell me one person who it's worked out for." What, you want me to name someone? You want like a name? Oh, God, the pressure of a name... I got it. Cindafuckin'rella!" -Pretty Woman

The sun is shining. It's 71 degrees. It's a perfect day here in Maryland. I walked earlier listening to the kids on the playground, watching lazy leaves fall. I ran across a headstone. A headstone, partially covered by grass on the corner of a little road and a big road.
Frank H. Brown, it reads. He died in 1883. And I felt bad, because his headstone is on this corner, under this grass, neglected. I cleaned it off and sat down for a moment. To pay my respects to a man I never knew.Maybe he was a bastard and his family buried him here for payback. Maybe he was kind, and good and this used to be a beautiful open field under an oak tree. I'll never know. But I knew that I wanted to acknowledge this life, this person who once worried, and thought, and felt, and walked. I wanted him to know his life wasn't forgotten. If only for a moment.

What some folks call impossible, is just stuff they haven't seen before.
-What Dreams May Come