Touched

Today is my thirty-second birthday.

I am touched that my husband stayed up until midnight, just to whisper "it is your birthday," into my almost sleeping ear.

I am touched that Finnegan gave me a huge hug this morning and woke up at 8:20 rather than his usual 7 am.

I reconnected with my friend Brian, my closest bestest male friend in the world, aside from my husband. It's been too long and I am touched that as I was getting ready to pop his card in the mail, he was sending me birthday messages. I really missed him a lot.

I was touched by Brittany, the massage therapist at Beauty Bar during my shirodhara treatment, my excellent birthday gift from my excellent mom.

I touched my tongue to my favorite lunch at Panera.

Finnegan hates to touch grass, even when we're sunning ourselves in Meme's backyard. Thanks to Mother Nature for finally getting it right, a BEAUTIFUL 74 degree day.

I am touched at all the well wishes from my girls, you know who you are.

I am touched at all of the cards and phone calls, mostly on my new celly and love from my family and friends.

I am touched that I have friends willing to give up a Saturday for pedicures and lunch and hilarious, heartfelt cards that make me all mushy.

I'm also touched for friends that drive over to my house and have much too generous gifts and cards so touching, they make my eyes well with happy tears.

And Hizzle, this one is for you. My tongue touched some abbbalos, abubbalos, allibaba, abbodos... Abuelos for dinner tonight with my two most favorite fellows in the world.

The Office, aka the best show in the universe, touched my funny bone.