39 is mighty fine

For the past twenty three years, every time I would step foot - or simply look at a plane - I would think back to the prediction my geometry class mate made during my tenth grade year. That silly little prediction which involved me perishing in a plane crash, sometime when I was 38.

(That silly little prediction made quite an impact.)



Today marks my 39th birthday.

And I'm so glad my classmate was wrong.



Because I'd be so bummed to be missing out on a single minute of this great life.

My mother asked me the other day what I wanted for my birthday and absolutely nothing comes to mind. I've got my health, a wonderful husband and a cherished family.

What more could I ever possibly want?

So my birthday wish this year is for simply more of the same.

With maybe an extra dash of wisdom and less cravings for chocolate in the late afternoon.