22

Came home from work to a warm gooey-butter cake on the counter that Michael had made.
Picture and recipe found here.

Today I turn 22... this is the first "adult" birthday I feel like I've had, in the sense that it wasn't getting to take the day off (the joys of home schooling) or anything spectacular.  It was one of the more stressful days of work I've had in a while.  My outfit choice/footwear did not match up to the weather outside, leaving me cold and wet on the way home.  And Michael is taking a 4-hour CLEP test this afternoon, and has a lot of homework to do tonight.

But this morning when I woke up, I knew that it was the best birthday I've ever had.  I was waking up next to the one I love.

And in the end, my overall satisfaction in life does not depend on the quality of my birthday, or the quality of any day.  

Happy January 14th, everyone!

-K&M