It's my birthday! I love my birthday, even if it marks the end of another year during which I did not become exceedingly wealthy or find the meaning of life. That's OK. Now I have something to do this year. I remember when I was 14 I thought 17 was the best age to be, and looked forward to the time when that would be my age with great anticipation. In retrospect, that says a lot about my world view at 14 (it was pretty tiny). I don't know why I thought 17 would be so great, possibly because so many songs have been written about 17 year old girls. My excitement about being 17 years old, at 14, was twenty years ago. I'm closer now to having a child who is 14 than I am to being 14 myself. And my children are a long way from 14. Yikes.
Thoughts of my mortality, the fact that Kate keeps ripping the paper on my gifts from Jeremiah and that there is no coffee made and I've been up for over an hour not withstanding, I can tell this is going to be a great day. Think I'll get cracking on the coffee issue - Kate & Sarah gave me a mug with the photo of them wearing their Christmas outfits and sitting together on it. They are so thoughtful!