I turned 43 this past week, and Elie and I snuck away to Vancouver for one night, to stroll and eat and go to some kick-butt workout classes and spend uninterrupted time focused on each other. It felt like the perfect way to celebrate this year, a year in which beginning another sweet turn around our sun brings no regrets and no heartache, no yearning, like in other years. Just joy and thankfulness in where I am right here and now, in this life we have. Just contentment in the blessing of spending my time and energy and heart in nurturing our son and our family, in making our home a home.
