Yes, it's here. Today is my birthday (a day I'm proud to share with Dr. Seuss) and I am almost 40. Age is such a funny thing. When I was very young, I remember thinking that by the time I was 18, I would have it all figured out. After reaching this age and having figured out very little, I reset my clock to 30.
Well, 30 turned out to be a very good year (I got pregnant with Miss Serious, we moved to Westchester, The Professor finished his doctorate and got a teaching job), but I still didn't have all the answers, and now it's almost a decade later.
I have learned (maybe I am not just older, but a bit wiser) that I don't want all the answers. Every year has brought with it wonderful, exciting changes. Although there have been times that were hard, or scary, or sad, they have always been balanced by joy.
I think something that has increased over the years is the understanding of just how fortunate I really am. I have come to realize that every day is truly a gift, and because I am so lucky, I am able to enjoy them surrounded by people I love.
Based on the last 38, I have a feeling that 39 is going to be a pretty good year.