34

I sometimes get hung up on posts like this - that I feel I "should" do. When the moment passes, many times I have no desire to write it down. But yes, I turned 34 this week. Which feels pretty young to me now, despite my memories of freaking out about aging in my earlier years (silly girl). It's been a good year, and I think this one will be even better.

In honor of the year ahead, I post a fabulous letter from my young brother (who just turned 21, and has a much better vocabulary than I). I love his honesty and big words.

July 31, 2008

Dear Sarah,

Please accept my belated greetings of happy 33rd birthday -- I understand that the absurdity and heinous neglect that is involved in my having waited nearly a full year to lapse before acknowledging your advancement in age. It brings me grief and embarrassment to admit that a series of "Today I'm enlarging Sarah's photograph" instances have occurred and recurred consistently throughout the past year without the necessary "umph" to actually carry out my intentions. I assure you my belated birthday wishes to you are indicative of my own inadequate, though improving, capacity for punctuality and organization, and not indicative of a paucity of my love for you. Happy Birthday, Sarah! I love you and look forward to seeing you soon.

Sincerely,
Dave