Under the spookiest of moons, I turned 48 blessed by the best of husbands, the wackiest of furry children, the lovingest of families, the loveliest of homes, the most rewarding of jobs, the most deserving of students, and the best of friends.
Oh, and then my husband built a fire in our backyard and we sat together to watch the flames dance until it got too cold and Lizzy decided to bark too loudly and repeatedly at the moving shadows in the forest.For a moment, all was perfect. And who can ask for more?
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