I am so VERY lucky

Today is my birthday, and the first thing I saw this morning was breakfast cooked for me by my 8-year-old and 3-year-old sons, my husband gave me a gift card for a massage, and the first email I got this morning was a sweet, sweet e-card from my mother-in-law, who is lovely. My parents are flying up for a (somewhat belated, because of ticket prices) birthday visit in a few days, just because they can. I am loved. Very, very loved.

So I guess Douglas Adams was right…42 IS the meaning of life.