Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to me!
I decided not to grumble about turning 48, but to enjoy the day. I received a lovely bunch of bright daisies from my husband, who dragged himself out of his sickbed to buy them! He's so sweet. Ross gave me a big hug and kiss. Some packages, things I had ordered for myself, arrived in the mail, so that made things festive, too. And it's so nice to get phone calls and emails and Facebook messages - maybe I'm corny, but I love it nonetheless.
Perhaps the best part was hearing that I'd sold "Heart Signals," a piece I'd made last year. I'd placed it in a show in Post Falls, Idaho, at the Jacklin Center, and frankly, I figured I'd be driving there this week to pick it up and hang it up in my office again. I'm glad that my pessimistic side was wrong.