So. Tired. And not because I am now forty-six, but because I had a long happy day of celebration. (Okay, I'm also underslept.) I came home tonight to what for me is a landslide of loving words from friends and family, and I am overjoyed! I hope the stories keep rolling in; I will never get tired of them. I'm looking forward to sitting down for a nice read tomorrow, when I will likely still be underslept but will have some time and space to enjoy and hopefully begin responding to the wonderful personal tales some of you have already shared. What a gift. Thank you.
Suddenly, 46 seems like the most wonderful age I could possibly be. How unexpected! And how delightful. I think I'll see if I can't make a habit of this—loving where and who I am right now.
Hugs, kisses, and (for now) a single parting shot to show you my birthday "cake"—could you just die?