|Deliciousness courtesy of Bunna Café|
A plate of injera heaped with lentils, kale, tomatoes, spice. A glass of beer. A smiling husband across a table. A heavy exhale. A moment of peace. Messy hands, crumpled napkins. An evening full of breeze and laughter. Maybe another beer.
I turned 31 on Friday. I feel like a million bucks. I could eat everything off of injera.
Every year I get excited about my birthday for basically a week before I get self-conscious about getting excited about my birthday. Every year I sort of half want a party and half feel unworthy of a party. Every year I wind up realizing that all I want is a little bit of time some early August to be reminded of how great life is, and how much better it gets every year.
This year? Success. Next year? Even better.
Thanks for sticking with me, and thanks for virtually enjoying Ethiopian food with me every August. You are all great.