Today I turn twenty-nine. This time last year our super awesome friends were helping us load the moving truck to move here. (Not a super fun way to spend your birthday.) The past year has gone by amazingly fast, despite the fact that my first few months here (living alone, while Evan finished his degree in Oregon) were painfully long. I sort of wish I could say that we have a new big gaggle of friends to come over and celebrate my birthday, but the Evan and I are slow warmers. I’m spending the evening instead with my husband, who is currently serenading the dinner he’s cooking for me. Certainly not a bad way to spend an evening.
P.S. It did in fact snow while we were in Oregon.