Turning 35 is a big deal. Eclipsed only by my American friends voting for a black man to be their president. When I was born, the Voting Rights Act was only 8 years old. Only 8 years of the local laws and amendments that kept black people from voting in elections in the United States being banned, only 8 years of the United States saying, "When we decided everyone could vote, we meant everyone. Really."
I have lots of deep thoughts about this history being made but they seem trite and silly when I write them down. Suffice it to say that watching the returns last night with Nich and Brynne felt important and necessary and I am thankful for every person who voted.
As for turning 35, my husband gave me the gift of him and Talia and we spent the whole day together. We went to Tommy's for breakfast and then T and SJ went swimming at the pool while I watched from the whale deck. I don't think they call it that really, but when I tried on my bathing suit at home, Scott and I agreed that I would have a better time if I sat fully clothed poolside. Then home for lunch and some lingering during nap time. Then out in the afternoon to find a watch for my present. Then home for indian food and CNN with Nich and Brynne. So dreamy.
Life is lovely.
