Happy Birthday, Vanilla Garlic.
I owe you so much. You have brought me friends, buddies, family, acquaintances, work, income, love, a career, passion, talent, persistence, joy, education, frustration, excitement, surprise, memories, travel, experience, direction, sadness, panic, wonder, burns, cuts, greenery, aches, pains, excitement, cupcakes, sun, wine, goats, roosters, elderberries, farming, kumquats, candy making, rhubarb, long days cooking, long nights writing, reading, connection, networking, confidence, sake, wine, beer, vacations, overnighters, dinners, lunches, breakfasts, brunches, snacks, butchery, cheesemongering, skills, talks with friends at midnight, coworkers, publishers, editors, insight, thought process, critique, tons of garlic, tons of vanilla, charity, volunteering, harassment, students, solicitation, pick-up lines, research, idiots, hunger, drive, intrigue, frosting, chocolate, cookbooks, photography, teaching, plenty of cheese, theft by cat, dates, foraging, jamming, stir-fry, drinks at five in the morning, and hope.
Dear blog, you gave me my life back when it was broken. You are one of my greatest accomplishments. Thank you for the most amazing four years of my life. Here is to many, many more.