On turning 46.......

So I've been waiting for this birthday for awhile. 46 always seemed like such a neat age to be. It's double 23. The age I was when I was newly married and had just given birth to Dov. Living in Lowell, a new stupid bride, thinking I knew what I was doing. It's half way to 92. Around the ages my grandparents were when they finished their time in this world. Which gives me a lot more years, if it's meant to be, for me to live. 46 is such a great mid life year. Such a great rounded number. Its an even number. I like even numbers. I am completely satisfied with 46. I can look back at 46 years and smile. Born in Cleveland, Ohio, and having lived in 8 (maybe more) cities: 3 and a 1/2 years living in Bangkok, Thailand, while my father worked for the public health service; attended elementary, junior high and high school in Frederick, Maryland; 2 years abroad studying in Israel; 2 years of college in New York City; a bachelors degree, a masters degree, a boyfriend or two, a couple dates (some great, some horrible), a husband for almost 24 years, four kids, and lots of kids who aren't my biological kids. And don't let me forget moving to Israel! Many friendships along the way - many maintained, some renewed, some let go of; a growing extended family. I look in the mirror and I know I have made a difference in the world. I know my kids know I love them. I know there are lots of kids who know I love and care about them. I know I have met hundreds, if not thousands of people. I know I have people who love me. I've baked a lot of cookies. Made a lot of parties. Laughed a lot. Played hard. Seen a lot. Sure, there is plenty I still want to do, accomplish. Sure, there is more I could do, accomplish. But at 46, I am very satisfied. And thankful. And blessed. And smiling. So, thank you for 46. Guess I'll just keep going...