|Nathan hates when I post photos of him. Happy birthday!|
Today is Nathan's 30th birthday! It's hard to believe he's entered a new decade, especially since he was just 21 when we met and started dating. Seems like yesterday! He appears to be taking the change pretty well and is mostly excited to be the youngest person in a new age group for races. I, on the other hand, am having a slight existential crisis. If Nathan is 30, that means I'll be 30 in just a year and a half. 18 months! I always thought I would have accomplished something huge by my third decade - a best selling novel! my own business! land and a house to call my own! a year spent backpacking abroad and collecting material for my memoir! - and time is running out. I need to get moving, like yesterday. Sigh.
But enough about me. This is Nathan's day, and I don't need to tell you how glad I am that Nathan was born, exists, and shares a life with me. Happy birthday, my love!
Besides the birth of Nathan 30 years ago, this has not been the best week. Calvin has been really disobedient - he ran away twice (I should have had him on a leash...), he destroyed two pairs of flip flops, and he went through our laundry and scattered it across the bedroom floor. I'm not sure what's gotten into him, but I suspect it has something to do with us being busy this week and not taking the dogs on as many walks as they (very clearly) need. Let's make a deal, Calvin - if we try harder next week, will you return the favor?
I'm also nervous about hearing from MFA programs. Some schools have started to notify but this process will go on (and on, and on) until April. I'm trying my best to stay distant and distracted, but it's hard. I didn't follow my weekly cooking plan at all and we even succumbed to ordering a pizza last night. And I've just been feeling a little down and funky in a non-dance-party way. It seems to be going around, so at least I'm not alone in my winter blues. But still. Still.
On the bright side, it's Nathan's birthday and that means dinner and drinks out on the town. Tomorrow we're going to Houston for the day, where we will eat good food, see a play and pop in our favorite haunts. Which are all fun and exciting things, which means this funk is about to be nothing but a faded memory.Whew!
I hope you had a good weekend and are looking ahead to an even better weekend. See you Monday!