My birthday wish to you
First of all, let me just suggest that 6 a.m. flights are the work of the devil. I’m celebrating my birthday at happy Gate A31 in the Atlanta airport with a cold bagel and a soy latte. There’s a man sitting way far too close to me for this early in the morning and I’m on my way to San Diego to speak at a conference tomorrow about diversity in associations instead of sleeping the kind of sleep a newly 49-year-old needs to sleep just to maintain.Anyone here from San Diego? How should I celebrate my last birthday in my 40s in San Diego? Um, and where can I buy a black shell to replace the one I realized at 37,000 feet in the air on the way to Atlanta that I didn’t pack and that will be the only thing separating me from an arrest for indecent exposure if I don’t find one before tomorrow?
My dear Emma was born 16 years ago today on my birthday. We celebrated last night with a necklace that features a phrase I love from Emily Dickinson. And Emma is probably still up in her room playing her new bass guitar with the headphones on. For my part, as you can see from the photo, I’m reading one of the fabulous books in my bookstack (a birthday tradition in our household).To Emma, my love. You are the best birthday present I could ever, ever imagine.
And, as mentioned earlier, once I get to San Diego and have hunted down a black shell, I’ll let you know who wins the set of Life is a Verb tiles in celebration of my birthday!
Is there an upgrade in my future? Say yes!
My birthday wish to you is the same wish I have for Emma: Dwell in possibility.