21 Years Ago …

21 years ago was the beginning of an incredible adventure: the birth of my first child, Anna Fiona. Being a mother has brought me unimaginable joy, and I wish this child of mine the happiest of birthdays today.

I have refrained from posting any of the naked ones. No need to thank me, Anna. Just one of the many little kindnesses I have performed over the last 21 years.

Happy Birthday to a special someone ...

... and no, I don't mean Barack Obama. Happy birthday to Anne, one of my oldest and dearest friends (and by "oldest" I am in no way intending to imply that she will always be older than me by two-and-a-half weeks, or that she will in fact turn fifty, the big 5-0, two-and-a-half weeks before I do, although that is still a year away.) What I'm saying is, Anne has been my best friend since we were in 5th grade, when her family moved in around the corner from my family and we began our long history of getting into (mostly innocent) trouble together. And having a hell of a good time.

Anne, I just know you're lurking about my blog, and since I didn't get my card mailed on time, I'll say it here: I hope you are having a wonderful birthday today. Love you.