Loved

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

Victor Hugo, French poet and author, in Les Misérables (1862)

My dear family and friends reached out and made today very special. I feel truly loved and truly blessed. And, yes, the fire department was on stand-by due to the number of candles on the cake -- but who's counting? ;-)