Another Day

Last night, I toasted my husband as we said farewell to his thirties. His last day at 39...

Of course, thus far 40 is typical of life. The alarm sounded early, and he headed off to work quietly. He will probably endure more rain throughout the gray day making it long. The only change in routine is that the kids don't have any activities tonight, so we can gather around the fire without concerns for a schedule. Though I had to adapt the menu to accommodate Thanksgiving, as I just couldn't serve steak on Thanksgiving eve... He loves oyster stew, so yesterday he went down to the fish market in the strip district of Pittsburgh (which is like an open market one would find in NYC).

The day will not be flamboyant...which is like Ron. He navigates each day quietly making adjustments and changes as necessary...adapting to life (like the menu).

As we reflected on the last ten years of life, we realized our children have grown a tad. And that in the next ten years, they will graduate and leave home, or at least that is the expectation. We only moved a few times in the past decade, but covered Minnesota, Montana, and Pennsylvania. As we look ahead, we are anticipating the future with flexibility. Currently, San Francisco and Australia are on the map, but we really don't know. Nor do we really know what else the future will hold, but as we pause to remember a birthday, we are reminded to enjoy today. A warm fire. Hearty laughter. A medley of memories. A celebration of life.

40.