It’s my birthday!  And I have been celebrating.  
42 years of me!  
My mom must feel pretty lucky.  
I just crack myself up.
OK, so Happy Monday and I’ll be back at it tomorrow.

I love being in my forties.  As a matter of fact, I think that the longer I live, the happier I am with my life. Don’t get me wrong.  I thought I was happy at 25.  I had been married for four years by then and was really starting to realize what being a grown up was all about.  At 28, I was happy because I became a mother.  At 32, I was happy because I was learning to appreciate being in the driver’s seat of my life as a …