Hey there. It’s been a long time since I’ve written, I know. Today is my birthday. I love birthdays—mine, yours, everybody’s. I’ve always credited my mother with this. She made my birthday special every year when I was a kid. She still does, even now. My birthday—October 27—is just before Halloween, but I was never allowed to have a Hallween-themed birthday party, because she wanted the two events to be separate. And while she decorated the house for every possible holiday for which Hallmark sold cardboard cutouts, she never ever hung a single ghost or goblin until October 28. (As a result, I could not care less about Halloween and could probably name fewer than half a dozen costumes I’ve bothered to wear in my now forty-two years.)
I feel like I experienced part of this blog. You left out so many details! Can one of your goals be to commit to 90 days around the world with Stacy?