I didn’t throw her a party and I didn’t tell her how much I loved that she was in my life.
So tonight, I’ll celebrate with one or two glasses of something
And I’ll tell Sean on our date that she turned 3 years old.
He will look at me, not amused, and say, “Seriously, you gave your blog a birthday?”
And I’ll say, “Wait? Is something wrong with that?”
Then he’ll say, “I’m sure you want me to take a picture of you, sipping your wine for blog purposes.”
And I’ll say, “You know me so well. Just make sure it’s my good side because if not you’ll have to take it again."
And then I’ll take a picture of my food, and my drink, and of Sean not smiling and I’ll think to myself, it’s all my blog’s fault.
Happy 3rd birthday blog love. You’ve been good to me.