Forty-four

On my 44th birthday, I went out for tacos for lunch, stopped by a conservatory and admired some plants and a giant koi, had chili dogs (one of my favorite things in the world to eat) for dinner, and then had ice cream sundaes with a homemade peanut butter chocolate sauce for my celebratory dessert. It wasn’t a bombastic day, but it was instead just what I wanted: quiet, filled with good food, and…