a million moths.

the other day, ”you are so blessed, God would have to teach you how to fly to beat how blessed you already are.”

today amid the friends, the music, the hotdogs, the kite flying, the water guns, the sangria and the s’mos (not s’mores because i forgot the graham crackers) i knew what he meant. i am rich, rockefeller rich, with blessings.    

the weather at the beach, it was california perfect. the sunset, straight out of a movie scene. better than i ever imagined during all those times in portland when i daydreamed of coming home to a birthday like this.

here’s to the list, and scratching off # 9