32

This year, my birthday feels a bit anticlimactic. I mean, last year, I went to bed and then had a baby, you know? And then there's my sweater. It's oh-so-close -- just a few more sleeve inches to go, and buttons and blocking. So, I'm going to go ahead and say I finished it in time. But it's not the exciting "I'm wearing my new birthday sweater today" thing that I had hoped for -- though I'll definitely have my February sweater ready during February, at least.

Anyway, 32 isn't turning out to be the biggest birthday ever. But another year spent with my little family, living this little life of mine, and 32 beautiful, good years under my belt? Well, that's nothing to shake a stick at. And as I type this I'm thinking, 32 just has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I think it's going to be a great year.

(and yes, that's my sweater, on me!)