Mine. Had my first surprise party (was really surprised), got my first bike (am really intimidated by it). Shows how little I've lived. I've basically just hibernated.
A friend wrote to me that she dreamed of my son. She's not the first to say so, but she described it so eloquently. His hair was like spun gold, she said, streaming with an otherworldly light. He was sitting at a big table and he wasn't eating but she knew he has everything he needs to be satiated. I'm sure that's right. He lacks for nothing now. And I'm still accumulating stuff. For what?
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