It was my birthday on Friday. On Saturday, I had a small dinner party with close family and friends. It was nice, intimate and happy.

There was lots and lots of food. There was cake and flowers. There was also conversations, super-duper great gifts, lots of laughs and lots of fawning over my dog Ladybug. She’s always a hit at our parties.

I’m glad I’m here to celebrate another year of life. When I was young, I thought 43 was old. It was my parents age. I had a totally different life planned for myself back then,compared to the way I am really living, but that’s okay. Life happens and I’m glad I’m here for another year of life.