In case you're wondering, yesterday was pretty special. Jill out did herself in planning a wonderful 50th birthday celebration — from breakfast and a cake to a personal trainer session to a massage to a lunch and nap followed by a celebration with friends at a nearby bar.
I am truly grateful to her, my mom (who came from Texas as a surprise) and the kids. And thanks to everyone who took the time to post and send messages. It's a little overwhelming.
This 50 thing is a little overwhelming, too, not because of fears of growing old, but because it's hard to believe I've spent a half century on this earth. Twenty years ago, right around this time of year (and in the prehistoric era of fax machines-voice mails-AOL-and this thing called dialup Internet), I had what I called my one-third life crisis. No such thing as a midlife for me.
Now that I'm 5/9ths on my way to the ripe old age of 90, I can safely say that many things did not turn out as I would have expected. In fact, few things have turned out the way I would have predicted 20 years ago. But I'm reminded daily of how lucky I am, and am anxious to see what's in store for the next 40 or so years.