It's my birthday, and I am 24. This time last year, I blogged here about my Mom and my Nan and some of the odds that were stacked against me as a tiny kid who, thankfully, did not become a RADish kid, but could have.
Of course, to find this post, I scrolled back through my blog- WHAT a year it's been, from vacations and build a bears to failures and divorces and a new apartment. Sobering.
But this wasn't meant to be a downer post, I'm just... thinking. But the past year has brought joys too- Lady and I are living together. Mackers is here with us, and wanted, and growing like *crazy* (Big snip next week, don't tell him) There's just something about birthdays, I guess, that makes you look behind you and ahead of you.