Today is my birthday. I am 33 years old. I keep telling people that I am the age of Jesus (when he died)…since it is Holy Week I feel it is only fitting. It has been a good day. Mo made me breakfast in bed and then I went back to sleep for awhile. I hung out with one of our dear friends, Jil, most of the day. I have received touching cards, phone calls, and gifts…it has been a great birthday. It is funny because my birthday used to be the most important thing in the world for me. I really felt like it was a national holiday. It could be one of the down sides of being an only child most of my life. I still care about my birthday (I switched my days off so I wouldn’t work today), but the importance level has definitely dropped. Yesterday was our 2 year wedding anniversary and our first child will be here soon…the place of family has trumped my narcissism. I think it is fair to say that my family (and my friends) are the best gifts I can have anyways. It is so lame, but it is so true.