Rodney Bay, St. Lucia, 1997
As I said to a dear friend this morning, there is no better birthday gift than to know your children are happy and thriving. My daughter got offered a promotion to manager at her job yesterday, which, if she takes it (and I'm guessing she will), means that she will have gone from assistant to coordinator to manager in the three years since graduating college. She's very excited, although she went in to HR this morning to negotiate compensation, the way any man in her position would not hesitate to do. You go, girl. Meanwhile my son, who is now installed in his assigned firehouse, called me yesterday to ask what time he should come over for cake and candles today. In our conversation, I asked how things were going. He exhaled in that way that holds within it a touch of awe, and he said. "Mom, I love my job. I truly believe this is what I am meant to do." And so in ways that matter, this is indeed a happy birthday.