Today was my twenty first birthday. I could give you an itinerary of the day. (Steele brings me breakfast in bed, we go shopping, a trip to Sauvies Island, dinner, drinks) or I could tell you this:
Steele and I are on a blanket in a bowl of grass. We are surrounded by little wheat plants going up into a fading blue sky. Today is my birthday but it is not a perfect day. It is a real day, with thoughts and little struggles and kisses and sun. And a blue sky stretching wide above me. I hope, with all of my twenty-one-year-old heart, that the sky above me always is wide and blue.
That is my most ardent wish.