So I turned 40. The people I love did a bunch of really nice things for me in celebration, and I was trying to figure out a way to record it, and then I remembered I have a blog. Which I haven't updated for more than a year and a half. But if recording the events of your 40th birthday, and the nice things that people did for you on that occasion, isn't a good reason to update your blog, then I don't know what is. So let's get to it.
The weekend before my actual birthday, my brother, sister, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, my niece, my nephew, my mom, my dad, my girlfriend, my son, my daughter—everybody gathered in a chalet at Blue Mountain for a ski and snowboard weekend that included a birthday evening for me. A couple of funny things happened during the trip, which I'm going to chronicle for the next Superdad column I write in The Grid.
So this series of posts is about my immediate family, and what happened on my actual birthday. First off, my girlfriend and the kids began this campaign where they gave me a present a day for the 40 days leading up to my actual birthday. They were thoughtful little gifts. One day I got a can of Cherry Coke, another, a hot-air popcorn popper. Nice, right? Few things in life remind you how lucky you are than waking up to your boy and your girl's smiling faces bringing you a present they wrapped themselves, bought for you by your girlfriend—and I did that every day for 40 days. In the time leading up to the actual birthday friends and colleagues would be like, ooh, the big four-oh, how do you feel? Kind of wincing as they said it. And I'd be like, what? Are you kidding? It's awesome! I want to turn 40 every year!
But Channie and the kids were just getting started. She asked me, ages back, what I wanted to do on the Actual Day Of and I shrugged and said that I just wanted to hang out, the four of us together. My kids, my girlfriend, me. So when I woke on my birthday, Chantel handed me a little gift-wrapped box. The wrapping paper was the print that tops this post—I have a thing for matriushka dolls—and in it was the weekend's itinerary. Next up: What that entailed.