Another birthday has come and gone. And with it, I turned 39 years old.
I dreaded it all week. I don't know why, but birthdays that end in "9" really are hard for me. When I turned 29, I was sad because I didn't have any kids. That changed by my 30th, as I had a three month old and just wanted a birthday gift of sleep and a shower.
So imagine my surprise when I woke up on Saturday morning a year older and in a fantastic mood! I'm thirty-nine, and I'm happy. I have my family, my friends, a stable life, wonderful children and a fantastic dog. And many, many other things. So why not celebrate? I started with an ice cream sandwich at breakfast, followed by my parents and brother and family coming for cake and presents later on. I finished the book that I was reading (Kitchen Chinese, by Ann Mah) and later on, Brian and I drove down to CT to celebrate with my Birthday Buddy. Maureen and I have been friends for close to 20 years and had never celebrated "Our birthday" together. Here we are!
So Happy 39th to me. I hope that I can maintain this happy feeling about the big 4-0 next year. We shall see.