I turned 35 this weekend. We had a nice party. Other things have happened and I will post pictures, but mostly life is plodding along. I am neither sad, nor full of joy, just in the middle...enjoying my boy in all his 2.5 year old glory, but not a lot else going on. I wonder if it matters really....I used to think life had to be something, always happening, always moving, but maybe this is enough...just my boy and me, filling each day with sticks and trains and lions...well that does sound quite adventurous now, doesn't it?