Thirty-Four

So tomorrow is my birthday. My thirty-fourth. Go Me!

Considering there were no guarantees on thirty-four, I consider this an achievement. In fact, it was unclear whether I would still be around for the last half of thirty-two. And, thirty-three had two near misses. One might assume that toeing the fine line of mortality at a young(ish) age has provided me with some sort of insight into life, aging and appreciating the moment. I do not know that I am any wiser than I was at thirty. Just older, which has its own merits.

This is what I do know: I am grateful for friends that make me laugh and that ask me how I am doing. I am grateful for a healthy and happy son and a husband that takes out the trash (usually). I am grateful for birthday cake, candles, and the ability to distinguish one from the other.

Everything beyond that is a lovely bonus.