I vividly remember the card my father made for my mother that said “39 . . . and holding”. It was 1988, and the card was a folded Print Shop masterpiece, thoughtfully designed and printed out onto dot matrix printer paper. It had a big hourglass on the front, and for whatever reason it made a big impact on nearly-8-year-old me, because I definitely do not remember her 38th birthday card, or 40th birthday card, or any others, for that matter (sorry mom).
So 39. It is not just a stepping stone before 40. And maybe Annabel will harbor lasting imagery from this day — one never knows!
I am feeling really lucky and content today. Not about the state of the world, of course, but about my life.
A pretty awesome husband.
3 healthy (gorgeous, amazing, brilliant <– 100% biased maternal view, but it’s my birthday so I can get away with this, right?) children!
A career that a) feels meaningful and fun (most of the time), b) pays well and c) has evolved exactly in the directions of my dreams
2 really enjoyable and rewarding hobbies: the podcast & this blog!
A healthy body that has been resilient enough to tolerate 3 pregnancies, 4 marathons, and numerous Autumn Calabrese-hosted workouts. I don’t really *feel* very old physically, and that is a good thing.
A world where one can order almost anything at the click of a button, where I can video chat with family, where I can watch any TV show I want, and order books on a total whim to arrive on my device instantly (1988 me would be so impressed with these developments!)
Wish list before 40:
It may be greedy to add on to the above, but if allowed to fantasize, I would want:
- to sell our Miami Beach house (an offer today would be GREAT!)
- a cure for the common cold (because G has one now – so sad)
- to keep all of the good things above going (health, job, etc!)
And that’s it.