This is 3! We hung the birthday sign and the paper chain and blew up balloons. I made blueberry pancakes and lit a candle and we sang, all before sun up. I was a full and present parent who … Continue reading
I’ve spent too many posts relying on subtext to tell the truth of each day, so here’s one where I’ll state it plain. I rode horses for a few years as a kid. Western style, not English. I remember the … Continue reading
On Saturday night at the barbecue, everyone gathered around the picnic table eating, drinking, toasting, laughing. We were serenaded by a live band playing at another party a few houses away. The air was breezy and mild. And upstairs the … Continue reading
Tonight, a party. A small barbecue with old friends who don’t mind that I dragged my feet toward 40 and planned everything at the last minute. Friends happy to make a cheese plate and bake me a cake. Friends ready to celebrate, just say when. The weather is perfect cloudless blue sky breezy warm summertime. Sunflowers on the picnic table and an outdoor fire. The first party we’ve hosted since we moved in almost a year ago. Time to celebrate, blow out candles, make a wish.
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Everyone asked me, how will you celebrate your 40th? A teenage version of me scowled, I don’t know. A toddler version of me stomped my foot. Today, on my birthday, I’m laughing at these other me’s who’ve been so resistant … Continue reading
It keeps coming up: what do you want to do for your 40th birthday? Nothing, I said. Eh, maybe kayaking, I said. Maybe lobsters. Something quiet, I said. I have not been able to muster any enthusiasm for the big 4-0. … Continue reading