Twenty Nine Plus One

I have always loved making birthday wishes.

To me, it just isn't a birthday if you don't have at least one candle to blow out.

Tonight, Tim and I went to Opah for a little pre-birthday celebration.

I got a birthday creme brulee with one candle on it. There was a time in my life when I would have wished for material things.

I have everything I need.

Or for someone - for a boyfriend or alas

for that ever elusive Mr. Right.

I wasted a lot of birthday wishes in my twenties on Mr. Right.

Tonight when I blew out my candle, I thought about it for a moment.

And then, I made a wish for joy.

Joy.

How simple and grown up is that.