What a difference a year makes

A year ago today I was desperately stressed out and unhappy. It was 20 degrees out and snowing. John’s mother was very ill and in the hospital on a respirator. I had just started seeing an RE, finally admitting that I have a fertility problem. My boss had just announced she was leaving the company and that someone who I thought hated me was going to be my new boss. And the majority of my friends and co-workers completely forgot my birthday.

Now, a year later, I am happy. I love my husband, my Seamus and the life we have together. I have the home I’ve longed for. I have wonderful friends. My job is great. Right now, it is in the 50’s and sunny outside. John’s mom is doing well. My new boss not only doesn’t hate me, but has become my friend. And just gave me the most gorgeous flowers for my birthday! As well as some nice presents. I also got some excellent soup bowls and a soup cookbook by my favorite vegetarian cookbook lady (seriously, I call her my cookbook soul mate) from the fabulous Mackenzie, and a lovely flowering plant in a pretty ceramic pot from the wonderful Sara. I’m going out to lunch with my team, and I’ve heard rumors of cake! Tonight, I’m going out to dinner with John and my pal Jules and her son Malcolm, who arrive in town today. I can’t wait to see them.

Life is good. I feel lucky. And loved. And lucky again. Happy Birthday to me.