It's 7:30 in the morning on May 17th and In about 3 hours from now I will have officially existed outside of my mother's stomach for 48 years.

What does it mean to be 48? I don't know. Many people say age is just a number. Since I was born again recently you could say I'm less than a month old. Haha.

Here's an example of what my less than a month-old self would write about:

... okay well my less than a month-old self hasn't learned to write yet. Actually he's barely learned to do anything. The only thing he's really good at is peeing, pooping, eating, and crying but especially crying because what the HELL just happened?!?! He was perfectly fine in his mama's stomach but NOW he has been thrown into a place where he is wholly uncomfortable.

The only solace he gets from this new radically changed existence is being held and loved on by MANY people WAY bigger than him, the only one of which that doesn't scare him is his mother.

Cut to 48 years later and not a whole hell of a lot has changed. I'm STILL excellent at all the things I was good at when I was less than a month old although I cry significantly less. I'm also STILL most comfortable when I'm with my mother. Talk about a rock.

What I DO know about today is that I'm healthy and as happy as I've ever been. I wake up early looking forward to what each day will bring and go to sleep late thankful. You might wonder how I pull that off but I've been lucky enough to be blessed with a work life that affords me naps. I heart naps.

My prayer on my birthday is that everyone in the world is as healthy, happy, and lucky as I've been throughout my 48 years and spreads their joy to others in their own unique way. Have a wonderful day and God bless you!