As I sit here on the eve of my 40th birthday, I have occasion to contemplate my life to date. It has been an extraordinarily good one. I have been fortunate beyond all expectation.
I could go on, but this photo sums up that for which I am most grateful.
Though my knees are starting to creak a bit, I have my health. Though I have not yet won the actual lottery, I have a job I love. And though I am not yet sitting on any bestseller lists, I get to spend the better part of each day creating books and other stuff. I get to be a writer. I get to live my dream.
Pretty much everything I have I credit to one remarkable person with whom I’ve been lucky to spend the last fifteen years.
Robbi, thank you for my children, for my creative outlet, for always believing in me.
I have everything I need and pretty much everything I want. Which is to say, as I stare down 40, all that I hope for is more of the same.