Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.

-Francesca Lia Block

Yesterday may have been the worst birthday ever. Save for an awesome dinner*, post-dinner and the sweetest messages including not one, but two singing voicemails (hi, Ricki!), the day itself was fairly miserable. Entirely my own doing. I decided to work. And I take full responsibility for that. There are details but they’re not that important.

The important part is that while I was heading to eat my face off with an old friend and making plans for afterward the Q stopped over the bridge (are you surprised?). I sat for a little staring out at the water, the falling sun and way, way off in the distance, the Statue of Liberty. The whole thing took my breath away.

And I realized something.

And I remembered it when I closed my eyes and wished over 1-bowl brownies with funfetti icing in our living room.

I realized that every single wish I made last year has come true.

So it really doesn’t matter if the bulk of the day is spent with a runny-nosed one-year-old (however sweet she may be) half dozing on your chest while you eat buttered noodles at the kids’ table, repeating things like “no, no you cannot use your nerf gun in here.” Because it’s not about the noodles, it’s about the people around the table. And the people around my table are rockstars.

So thanks. I love you. I love you. I absolutely love you!

*Awe. Some. Legit responsible for inspiring awe. I’m still full and might require some sort of a crane-esque contraption to airlift me home tonight.