So today, I am 41. Or, as I’ve taken to calling it, 40-something.
Alas, 41 isn’t really one of those landmark moments in life. There’s no decade change. You don’t get any special perks for reaching it. And hey, it’s a whole year before 42. But, I’m still quite joyful about the achievement. I have somehow managed to live for more than four decades. Huzzah!
Since this natal day is a minor one, I have chosen to celebrate it in a quiet fashion. Cake, cards, presents… check. Dinner out and possibly a movie, check check. Most importantly, I get to spend the day with M, and that is always a joy.
Not just one day, either. We’re on vacation this week. All week. Together! (I’m using an exclamation mark here because I’m really excited.).
With such opposing schedules, our marriage pretty much exists in two-hour bursts of daily companionship followed by one evening, one day and a morning of blessed weekendness. This week, however, we have seven full days of “us.” We even get to share the same bed. At the same time! (Some couples just don’t know how good they have it.)
My heartfelt thanks go out to everyone who took the time to send cards, gifts, tweets, emails, Facebook posts and other birthday messages. I am utterly grateful to be so liked… so loved… and so old.
(Photo by Vladvvm)
