
Happy 8th birthday, my sweet little lambchop. You make my heart sing, buddy, and every day with you is an adventure. You are a joy, a blessing and a treasure, and I feel so privileged to be your mama. I love you, kid!
Let us being this post with a shout-out to my Birthday Buddies, my Scorpio Squad:
Happy birthday, Ralph Macchio — you raven-haired headbanded crane-kickin’ Teen Beat coverboy who almost certainly has done other things since the crane kick although you and I can certainly agree that the crane kick was and will remain the crowning jewel of your career.
Happy birthday, Sean Puff Daddy P-Diddy Puffy Diddy Combs — with your fancy togs and your fancy parties to which you’ve never not even once invited me.
Happy birthday, former First Lady Laura Bush — with whom I don’t think I have much in common save for a birthday and a love of books but really that’s probably enough on which to base a pretty solid friendship.
Happy birthday, St. Louis Post-Dispatch columnist Tony Messenger — my sweater-vested Broncos-loving friend who sheltered my family from a looming tornado and complained when my vegetarian chili won the chili cook-off and is in my prayers daily as you battle cancer.
And happy birthday also to me. Today I turn 37, which to the best of my knowledge is in no way a landmark number. But it does mean 40 is getting closer and closer, and I’m pretty excited about that. Every year is a victory.

And so to celebrate achieving Level 37, I wanted to share a hand-crafted and -curated list of 37 Things for Which I am Grateful. But the children were loud and the laundry needed to be folded and then it was time to go to tae kwon do and then the children were loud again and there was still more laundry to fold and so instead I give you, for now:

It feels like there hasn’t been a time when I didn’t know Rockford.
That’s not exactly accurate, but I have known him for most of my life. We met when we were in seventh grade, which would’ve made me 11. So that’s two-thirds of my life.
So we met in seventh grade, and then we had a caustic friendship for a long time. I don’t recommend that as a way to woo your future spouse, but it worked for us. And then one day out of nowhere I realized he’d become my best friend.
He’s still my best friend.
Happy birthday, Rockford. I’m so glad to have you around.