I am little older today. Last night I went to bed a spry 27-year-old. I woke up this morning feeling groggy and 28. That's right - it's Birthday Week again. Yesterday my husband turned 28, today it was my turn. So there has been much celebrating.

Since he is a day older than me, I always get the leftover cake. Kinda sad, really. For him, we had a nice lunch out yesterday, followed by movies and popcorn on the couch. For me, brunch (and the aforementioned leftover cake). A quiet weekend, not the usual blowout, but romantic and sweet nonetheless.

We'll have another quiet one next year, and then for our 30th, we fly to Rome, or get our vows renewed in Vegas by Elvis.

I do feel old today. Maybe it's just cause it's Sunday. I've always lived by Johnny Cash saying:

"On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Just wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' coming down."