Happy 372 month birthday, me.

Yes, today is my birthday. (372 months) / (12 months/year) = 31 years (months cancel each other out, you see). I’m not feeling any older than I did at this time last year, but looking back on the past 365 days, I’ve sure been through a lot:

After a very difficult winter, we announced that we were leaving our tiny attic love nest and were looking for a new flat. I don’t think anyone else knew at the time that it was because we were pregnant. That was a secret up until last year’s birthday.

Circumstances beyond my control had forced me to cancel the play I was producing, but that left me free to spend time with my beautiful wife and pursue many other job opportunities.

My favorite pastime, of course, was counting down the days until Little Girl was to arrive. With our days of freedom numbered, we made sure to make the most of it while we could.

Summer was drawing near and Jan wasn’t getting any smaller. We finally found the perfect new home to start a family in – and it only needed a little work!

Little Girl’s big day was fast approaching and we were giddy with excitement. We took advantage of the quiet before the storm to make all the finishing touches on our new home.

The big day had come and gone, quickly teaching us that our Emily was one of those ladies who knows how to make an entrance. September 6, as far as I’m concerned, is now the most important day of the year.

The next few months were a flurry of excitement, sleep deprivation, and general freaking out. Milestones were passed and experiments were performed. Since then, we’ve celebrated every single month with pomp and circumstance.

I’m currently enjoying the precious time I get to spend with my family – a commodity now that I finally have a real job.

I look forward to the future and all of the adventures that my next year is sure to bring.

One big happy