I turned 40 yesterday.
As I said to a friend last night, you know that you’re fortunate when your idea of a nearly perfect day is pretty close to an ordinary day.
When I was 20 my idea of a good birthday breakfast was cake and ice cream. Yesterday morning I had fried eggs, multigrain toast, spinach salad, and tomatoes with feta and za’atar. Go figure. 40 is weird.
The kids hauled in the firewood and I built a fire. Then N snuggled with me on the beanbag and I read to him from Harry Potter and the I Have No Idea Which Book This Is.
And then I rushed off to my dance rehearsal. R and K came with me, and we brought birthday cake to share with everyone.
And that’s it – my idea of a good time. Stay tuned for my ambitious list of things I want to do with the next 40 years!