Happy Birthday, Dear Man o’ Mine

Happy 33rd Birthday, Dear K. It is now officially 12:00am on January 19 and I just whispered "Happy Birthday" to you, as I watch you sleep beside me. (I realize that I am currently breaking our electronics curfew, but I am hopeful to earn back my privileges with copious amounts of cake.) Also, I literally just spent 10 ...

Dancing on my (our) own.

So, today, we had a moment; a little chunk of time during which we were feeling crummy, feeling blah, and a bit overwhelmed. Maybe it was a case of the Sundays, or a post-champagne-funk, but it wasn't fun. So, obviously we had to dance it out. To Robyn. And really, it made things better. Because, at the very least, I can delight in knowing that, if nothing else, we have now ...