It wasn’t always about boys. I’m sure at some point, birthdays were great. There wasn’t always a birthday curse. I absolutely believe that the days when my mom baked me a chocolate on chocolate cake and made her German lasagna and there were presents to open and people to thank, that my birthday was happy. I like to think that those days will come back to me, or that I’ll make days like them with my children. I want to believe that my life, my one day each year that’s solely about me, wasn…
I sometimes wonder if fate and destiny are real things. Then there are times like last night that I can’t help but think that they are. I can’t help but think that the text message I got was sent & received at the exact moment it needed to be. I can’t help but think that this is the universe screaming at me, opening a window, when I was too busy banging on a closed door. That’s exactly what I was doing, too. I was figuratively banging on Ryan’s closed door…
