Day 31: #thisis37

I need to add more to this, but suffice it to say for now: Somehow my 37th birthday was one of the best birthdays I’ve had in many years.

Probably a lot to unpack there.

The day started with crosswords, coffee and grapefruit mimosas in bed.

It was filled with friends and family, beautiful weather, amazing food and sweet presents.

And it ended with The Sopranos — and cake!

I made some wonderful memories on a birthday I thought I’d want to forget.

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