It's my birthday. I'm really, truly officially OLD.
So far it's been a good day. Lots of presents from PJ and the girls. I went and finally got my desperately needed pedicure, and it was awesome. I apologized about twelve times to the girl doing it about the state of my feet.
I went and visited Jack. I miss Jack. I feel like every entry, I could just write "I miss Jack" and that would pretty much sum up everything. Although, it doesn't really cover it at all. That little sentence, it doesn't come close to describing it. I miss Buffy on Tuesday nights, I miss going to the movies, I miss having time to tweeze my eyebrows. How can you use the same phrase to describe how I feel about Jack being gone?
I MISS JACK. i miss jack. I.miss.Jack. no matter how I type it, it's not right. It's not enough.
Tonight PJ and I are going to dinner, sans babies. And then my birthday is over. A nice birthday. I keep thinking of last year, on my birthday I peed on $40 worth of pregnancy tests because I could not believe my eyes. The kid at CVS thought I'd lost my mind, I bought so many. It was the day I realized, this might actually happen.
It seems so long ago.
I am lucky though. I get to spend my birthday with these two.
Best presents ever.