Sunday I turned 26.
I spent the morning attending a service at my friend Reagan's church, Saint Thomas.
After making my way uptown and attending my own church services, I came home and unwrapped gifts from my amazing family. My roommate Aaron baked me brownies. (He's a professional pastry cook; that is to say they were not run-of-the-mill brownies.)
The day concluded with watching the second installment of the eight-part documentary series on the history of NYC. This one focused on Walt Whitman, Abraham Lincoln's rise to fame in Manhattan, the poor living conditions of African and Irish Americans, and the Draft Riots during the Civil War. It was a fascinating watch.
During the showing Yancy unveiled yet another batch of brownies, and the advertising crew sang me "Happy Birthday."
And it was.