I am now 48.
Or, as I said to Carl the other day, 18 - with 3 decades of experience.
Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come - just in the past 5 or so years, in fact - and I think that, including everything, I am probably the happiest I have ever been.
Tomorrow night - a movie, in an actual movie theatre! With my actual husband!
And then dinner! A dinner at which no one will offer us a paper placemat or a package of cellophane-bagged crayons. No juice boxes will be produced from my giant, magical carpet bag.
In fact, I will leave my tiger-striped Mary Poppins bag in the closet. I will carry a tiny clutch. With no plastic dinosaurs in it.
(and I will sit at a table in a restaurant, mooning over some stranger's baby. Just watch. I can practically guarantee it.)