I think I'm celebrating my fiftieth birthday until the Virgoan era is over on September 22nd. Today, my dearest in the whole dear world took me to an amazing brunch at an amazing restaurant. I drank a Bloody Mary and a glass of champagne.
I broke my no-sugar fast (one week successful and I will begin it again tomorrow) and nibbled on an amazing pecan cinnamon bun or danish. I ate ground sirloin with a fried egg on top and the most delectable jus (not juice) I've ever tasted.
I opened presents -- incredible presents, really. Art and jewelry that is art, poetry magazine subscriptions, and a purple purse to die for. I laughed myself silly and cried a bit, too. When the time came for blowing out the candles, and I was just about to do it, Cara yelled, "Wish BIG!" and I stopped and everyone stopped singing and then I took another deep breath and wished
BIG, that you couldn't possibly know what I'd wished.
Well, maybe you could imagine.
It was the most perfect morning a fifty year old woman could possibly have, and I just can't possibly do it justice -- or these women who bless my life.