Thirtyseven Isn't Halfbad (It's All Good)

So last week the much talked about birthday finally happened. And with excellent timing the midlife crisis decided to vanish (not without a trace, no) only two days before D Day (B day?). And my dears, let me tell you. It was a good one. One of the best! There were cards in the mail from lovely sisters-and-mother-in-law, there were homemade flags and the best breakfast in bed ever, there was a dreamy dinner and parents in town and a plum tree (planted this weekend by Husband of the Year) and a sister and sunshine and newly swept streets and coffee with BFF (still gorgeous after all these years) and a. new. bike. A red new bike that is mine and mine alone and doesn't come from a dumpster (yep, the old one did) and I lovelovelove it. Listen to me, I sound like I'm fourteen talking about it. That's what a new bike can do to you. Or a birthday. Thank you so much. I'm all new now. Reborn. My name is Anna Ander and I'm 37 years old. (Hello Anna Ander!)