And when I do, I'll write about the Amazingly Stupendous Surprise Birthday Party my husband hosted for me on Saturday night. The party over which I am not yet.
(Raise your hand if you love that sentence.)
And I will write about the first gift in a giant wrapped box: My Brother. Flown in from Florida, after nine months apart from me.
I will write. But I can't yet. I need to fully live it first.
(Happy birthday to me.)