I sort of wish I was normal. I generally go to bed around 4 am and get up around noon, so the fact that it is now 12:09 on November 2nd means little to me. In fact, in my world it's still November 1st.
November 1st is the Feast of All Saints or All Hallows (hence All Hallows Eve or Halloween), and it's always had some religious significance for me, raised as I was in Episcopal schools. But its real significance is that 24 years ago my youngest child was born.
Beyond the fact that I'm clearly too young (at 62!) to have a 24-year-old, let alone the 32 and 30 year-olds, I am constantly amazed at this remarkable child.
Not only is she smart and beautiful and nice and upbeat, but she can do this:
This is the child who came home at age 16 and said, "Don't freak out. I promise I'll go to college, but I want to join the circus." For her it made perfect sense. And join the circus she did. Now at age 24, she makes her living performing and teaching circus arts. She has trained in Portland and Europe, and has performed all sorts of places. She is also a phenomenal actress.
But she's not just a circus performer, she's one of the wisest women I know. She's a hoot to be with, she's a brilliant writer and conversationalist, and she knows who she is. She's only 4'10", but she's one of the biggest souls I've ever met.
Anyway, we took her out for dinner tonight, and she entertained us and let us amuse her. Jenny and I are so proud to be her moms.
Happy Birthday, Meg!