Before I started writing this post, I went back to look at what I'd blogged about on my last few birthdays. Uh, nothing. That's right, this is the first post I've actually written
on my birthday, EVER. I'm not sure if that's a sad comment on this year or not.
On the whole it has been a good, though unremarkable day. I woke up with hubby still in bed beside me for the second time this week, which is a very rare occurance, indeed. A nice one, though. I went to work, where I am insanely busy getting ready for STS-120 and doing early work for STS-123 and talking to those crazy military types. I picked up Carina from day care, and had fun feeding her cereal (although she doesn't seem crazy about it - maybe she'll like oatmeal better than rice cereal). I gave her a bath, which she loves. I made her laugh, which I love. I let her play beside the computer for a bit and then put her to bed just now.
I've been thinking lately about that thing that everyone with kids tells you when you're about to have a baby. "You won't believe how much they change your life." I always thought they meant things like seeing movies, traveling, and sleeping at night. Now I think I realize that's not what they were talking about at all. It's about what you live for. That smile. That little voice. The next new thing they learn. That hug.
John Stewart had a guest a couple months ago that wrote a book about how Americans aren't very good at identifying the things that make them happy. He said that people think they're happier with kids, but that they're actually happier thinking about their kids than actually being with them.
I feel bad for him. He has absolutely no idea what he's talking about.
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