This week I will be celebrating my birthday. I've never been one to celebrate in any excessive way and I think I've actually only had one party in my entire existence. But then again I'm not a birthday-party-for-myself kinda gal anyway. I prefer pancakes and coffee to celebrate getting older. It's exciting to think that when someone asks me how old I am, it will sound like a nice respectable age. This year we headed to Irving Street Kitchen and sat under a big window looking out onto the street. It's fun to reminisce about the past year and to dream about all the things this upcoming year has in store for me.