I recently celebrated a birthday. I love turning 37. I have loved any age that ends with 7, really. We had celebrated with cake and naps and beautiful, decadent lunches and dinners, and babysitting. My children ate most of my cake. My heart was bursting with gratitude, my body was languid and warm with contentment.

I am happy.

My birthday 2016
A rare family photo with all of us.

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