My birthday is on Monday. I'm not saying this to get early birthday wishes or remind you to pick up a little something I'll like. I'm notoriously hard to shop for. Picky. Particular. A smidge difficult. And then there's the reality that I don't really want anything else, not that can be bought in a store anyway.
Jarod asked me yesterday if I wanted a present for my birthday. I said no. And then yes. Because what I want isn't something that can be procured at Target or H&M or even Anthropologie. What I want for my birthday is:
1. An end to this current limbo.
2. To know who my next daughter is.
I'm hoping that at least one of these two items is not on backorder indefinitely.