Happy birthday to me

Today is my birthday. It’s a big one. If I didn’t have a slew of insanely long-lived Norwegians behind me, I could safely assume I’m at my half-way point. Like the one pictured above, it involves a “4.” Now it just has a zero on the end. I have a feeling I’m supposed to find this distressing in some way, but that’s not quite how it’s hitting me. I’m feeling just as psyched – but blessedly less manic – as I did at that fabulous pancake breakfast 36 years ago (thanks for the awesome party, Mom!).

My dashing husband and super-excited son have swept me away to celebrate. See you next week.