Apt title, considering that gratitude number. ⬆⬆⬆😉😉
It’s officially 26 days ’til my birthday.
And it’s one of those things I’m hanging for, looking forward to, at a time where things can change so quickly and all prior plans can be turned upside down.
I’m spent, I’m tired. I’m emotional, and I’m cranky.
I just want something to look forward to. Something I can safely look forward to. We have stuff planned over the next few weeks, and I keep saying to baby girl “now, that’s only if covid doesn’t go nuts again…”
I’m just over it. And I’m quietly hopeful, crossing my fingers, that my birthday, ahem, OUR birthday, will see out some kind of better plan this year.
Please please please. 🙏🙏