Monday I have been 48 for a week now. I am liking this number. Four folds neatly into 8. I can’t think of another age where that will happen again. It happened at 24. And, speaking of 24, now my oldest child is exactly half my age. I think that happened a little over a year ago, though, too, when he was 23 and I was 46. But the best part of being 48 is that there is no 7 or 9 involved and that makes me very happy! I know, I know…my number obsession is weird, especially given that I hate math as much as I do. My birthday itself was great. I had been sick the week before but was finally feeling more human-like by my big day. I took Sam to the eye dr that morning and that afternoon I had to go file the city’s budget. While I was in Kville, I went ahead and picked up Ben. Then, we all met at Olive Garden for dinner. Wow – that was expensive! Fortunately, I did have a gift card which helped. And then we went back to the house for presents and cake.
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."