So… I turned 41 today.
It felt like a normal Sunday. No special fanfare. No big plans. I got cards from my husband and children. I spent the day at home watching tv, hanging with Ruby. My husband brought in breakfast from the local bagel place and lunch from Cheesecake Factory. We met my parents and brother for Mother’s Day dinner.
I don’t know what sort of day I expected. Turning 41 isn’t as big a deal as it was to turn 40. A year later, we’re still knee-deep in COVID. Although I’m fully vaccinated, I didn’t make plans to go anywhere. I thought about going to the beach first thing in the morning to watch the sunrise, but decided to sleep in instead.
I figured that after the party I wanted to have for my 40th couldn’t happen, I surely be able to have it for 41. Nope. I was going to call it my “forty plus one” 80s-themes rollerskating party, where everyone would bring a “plus one.” I guess I’ll have to come up with something creative for 42.
Anyway, here’s to another trip around the sun, a good year, continued health and happiness, and a year during which the world opens back up and I can see/celebrate with all of my friends and family.