The other night, I was the ultimate geek and threw myself a "world's colliding" birthday party. JoyBoy was out of town and I thought that rather than sit at home, feeling sorry for myself like a giant suckie baby, I'd take matters into my own hands and invite over the most beautiful women I know. Though it was short notice, I was thrilled to find that almost twenty of them were able to make it. Just look at some of my riches!
I tried to make a point of walking each of them to the door as it came to be their turn to leave and in doing so, was struck by how many of them commented on how lovely the rest of my friends were. It was a tangible reminder to me of the caliber of woman congregating in my life. I had to give my head a non-literal shake or two over the course of the evening, they were all so fab. This has been my favorite birthday ever. It seems that with each passing year, God gives me more and more beautiful people to surround myself with. How did I get to be so lucky?