Thirty-nine years ago today, my mother checked into St. Joseph's Hospital in Chicago. Her doctor wanted to go away for the weekend and so they had decided that the 26th would be a good day for me to meet the world. It was a pretty lucky day for me back then and I'm feeling pretty lucky today too. On the list of intangible but most important pieces of luck, I have a wonderful family - husband, son, sister, brother, mother and father, not to mention the extended and loving group of cousins, aunts, uncles, great-nephews and great-niece and nieces. (Did I miss anyone?) I also have pretty good health for a 39 year old body. I have a job which I find fulfilling and interesting and a hobby which is all that and more. And friends, such good friends.
And then, to top it off, people GIVE me things. Like my far too generous husband, the Critic, who couldn't wait until this morning to give me my brand new iMac (on which I am typing this). And a new friend, Eileen, who met me in the Parc Monceau this morning so that our children could play and gave me this lovely little book of brunch recipes. I am so going to have to invite her and her family over soon for brunch.
I am truly blessed. I hope all of you are having as good a day as I am.
(P.S. if anyone has a suggestion for a great restaurant in Paris that doesn't require reservations on a Friday night, shoot it my way - we still haven't decided where we are going!)