Milestones

I mentioned that Pete turned 14 a couple of weeks ago, which is of course impossible because he's still 4 in my mind. He's just a really tall 4-year-old.

Even more impossible: I turned 51 the following week, even though I can't imagine I'm older than 27, 28 max.

My Dad turned 85 yesterday, and my niece 25 a couple days before that. Where do the years go?

Perhaps just as inconceivable is the fact that I launched this blog more than 9 years ago (d'oh, forgot my own blogiversary in March!), and here I still am. And, much more importantly, here you still are, tuning in to see what I cooked or read or thought about the world. Some of you leave comments here or on Facebook, some email to check up on me if I've been away too long, some challenge me to games of Words With Friends, some just plain show up, and I appreciate every one of you more than I can say. 

Comments

[Lori B Gans]

Very sweet. And happy birthday, Pete!

[Jill]

Funny that you still think of yourself as 27 or 28. I'm 35 and can't believe I'm a day older than 28. Must be something about that age.

[Elena]

I can't believe I have a daughter who will be a senior in college next year. She's still 2 years old in my mind. How did this happen?

[Wendy]

I look at my hulking great boys, and I put it down to being a child bride. That's how you and I can continue to be 28 as long as we like . . .

[scott]

Let me just say it: I love you! And I'm sorry I won't be visiting Boston this summer.

[Janeen]

Happy belated on all counts! It's been a pleasure following along.

[Katy]

51 rocks! I just turned 39, which will undoubtedly be my very last birthday, even though 39 still sounds and feels ancient to someone who will always be 14 inside. Happy birthday to all of the Wises and the blog!

[Sharon]

Happy belated all around! It's always a pleasure visiting here.