Look at that mug. I mean, really. Does life get any better than that fat, Cheshire cat smile on my face here? This pic is actually making my eyes well up with tears because it beckons me back to my halcyon days as a child. I recall cooking Greek feta pies with my mom, flea marketing with dad, playing Care Bears with my sisters, eating Philly cheesesteaks with my younger brother, summers in North Carolina with my aunt and cousins, buzzing around Yiayia and Papou’s bee farm, reading Babysitter’s Club and Teen Beat, incessantly journaling, clam bakes on the Jersey Shore, obsessing over River Phoenix, zipping over to Greece…I could go on and on but I’m actually bawling now. And it’s so not a good look. Funny how the things that once brought me so such happiness can bring with them so much sorrow now.
Ok, chin up. GET IT TOGETHER, Wordy Girl. Sheesh. This post is totes going in the wrong direction. But that’s life for you. Yep, I’m 35 today (somebody sound the it’s-time-to-consume-Activia alarm!) and just want to THANK YOU for reading my little blog in this vast, unfathomable world we call the Web. I’m off to make more memories today — this time with friends and my two small children — whom always manage to bring a smile to this old bat’s face:)
