Searching For Ambrosia: Milestone Birthday MusingsOct 1st, 2013 | By Admin | Category: Editorials
Okay readers, put your books under your desk, we’re having a pop quiz. What does the number of stars on the U.S. flag, the atomic number of tin and my birthday this past weekend all have in common? If you guessed that they all represent the number 50, you’re correct. It’s hard for me to believe half a century has passed and even harder for me to believe that instead of feeling sad, doomed or old, I feel like I finally have “my whole life ahead of me.” I’ve been reading up on “turning 50” and it seems I’m not unique in having this mindset after accomplishing this milestone birthday. Today, I won’t bore you with my life discoveries and philosophical thoughts, those are for each of us to figure out on our individual journeys, but I will share with you the events that made my 50th birthday memorable for me. I am truly blessed to have family and friends that care so much about me, and my happiness. I’m doubly blessed (and enthusiastically happy) that they are all food junkies, like me. The night before my birthday, my friends and family worked together to present me with a birthday dinner that made me blissful. Not like the word bliss you hear in today’s marketing, where it’s used to describe things such as shampoo or other basic necessities, but like the actual definition you would find in Webster’s: “complete happiness; paradise or heaven.” (For you babes under 50, you could find that in Wikipedia or through Google). But, bliss is what I felt when I walked into a house that held all my friends and family and saw all their hard work before me. They had all chosen one authentic French dish to prepare for me and it was all laid out beautifully on a decorated table. Nothing was forgotten. We started with brie in pastry and a special champagne with fruit then moved on to salad, French onion soup, Coq au Vin, baguettes, ratatouille, potatoes and the piece de resistance of French desserts — Croquembouche. The following day, my actual birth date, was a complete contrast and just as wonderful. It was sleeping in, two lazy mugs of coffee while reading all the many birthday wishes offered up by friends and family not able to be with me, a beautiful day with a long walk in the woods accompanied by my dogs, shopping with my husband and then huge bowls filled with hunks of a purchased bakery cake and scoops of ice cream shared with my Mom. Today, as I write this, my celebration hasn’t ended. Returning from lunch, I was walking to my desk and looked over to see all my new co-workers and friends with balloons (black, but I won’t hold that against them), a great card signed by everybody and a plate of homemade brownies (made by Emerald, who says she doesn’t bake, but that’s not true!) One thing that keeps returning to me over and over on my 50th birthday is the joy and love of the people around me and how they all have contributed in some way to make my life as blessed as it is. Life may not always be easy, and it certainly doesn’t always feel like a celebration, but I do know that having people in my life makes it worthwhile.