The Sweetness of Getting Older

"So how old are you going to be on your birthday this year, Sweetheart?" said my boyfriend of let's just say, umpteen years.

"Forty-six!" I said, trying to make it sound absolutely fabulous.

"Good God, you're an old maid!" he said. I had to giggle. Apparently, it's the sarcasm that makes this relationship work.

So yes, I am marking another year on the calendar, and eventhough I'm going to take a nap as soon as I'm done writing this, I feel pretty good. Young at heart, even. The cards and birthday wishes are pouring in, even from friends I have sadly neglected recently. I'm super lucky to be loved, and I give thanks for that everyday. My friend Suzy, knowing I am a lover of music and lyrics, has sent me a different music card every day this week. How original!

From the package my parents sent, I pulled a package of blueberry scones, just as I was wandering about what special thing I could enjoy for breakfast tomorrow. Tonight, James and one of my best girls, Kris will dine at La Vecchia to celebrate. Tomorrow, it's off to Squaw Valley for the Art Bark Fest, including dock jumping and and wine tasting with dogs and friends crowded all around. My other best girl, Mechele, is off with her daughters swimming with the dolphins in Puerto Vallarta, and that's present enough right there. What a blast. I am a lucky, lucky girl.