Today is one of the four major holidays of the Laura & Allan household.* I have been alive on this earth 44 years today.
You'll forgive me for announcing my birthday like a little kid when I don't know any of yours. I love my birthday, I love getting older (ok, not everything about it, but in general), and I'm really put off by all the whining about aging.
I am happy to be alive. Life is short, and ridiculously fragile, and each one of us who draws breath can find things to appreciate in our lives. It may sound greeting-card corny, but I feel this most profoundly. I feel rich with the things that are most important in life, and I am very grateful.
All my life people have been telling me, "You'll see, when you're older..." When I'm older I'll want children, when I'm older I'll dread birthdays, when I'm older I'll wish I had gone to law school, blah blah blah. You know what? I am older! And it turns out you had no imagination!
I won't be around for comments today - we'll be celebrating at our favorite restaurant. (We've determined to go back there on every visit to NYC, so I don't have to get all mopey over The Last Time.) Mr Redsock is still sleeping, but the dogs very thoughtfully had placed a gift near the coffeepot this morning; I guess they wrapped it over night. They got me the new Aimee Mann CD (I love her) and the obligatory dog-themed card. Seems they've heard of this thing called Canadian bacon... Yes, we are silly like that.
*Both our birthdays, the anniversary of the day we met, and the anniversary of the day we moved in together. (I think we should add a fifth: the day we leave NYC for Canada!)