I am absolutely at the stage in life when I can easily forget how old I am. I often have to ask my husband how old he is and then subtract (by only a bit) to get to my own not-so-little number. and that is yet another good reason to be thankful I’m surrounded by such great people as I keep my feet firmly planted on this ever-spinning planet. these people, they remember me and my place in the whole scheme of things.
they do really nice things, too. they keep secret plans and whisper and giggle over them until they can’t keep it in for one second longer. suddenly, over eggs and croissants they burst WE ARE TAKING YOU CANOEING! just like that the whole thing spills out followed by excited jumping and dancing around the house until the eggs are forgotten. then it doesn’t really matter much that I’m 37 because I feel awfully young and lucky and my-heart-might-burst happy.
and that is a really nice way to turn the corner on another year.