Saturday I turn 44. I look 44. A few years ago, I tried really hard to hide the fact that I was in my 40s. I was, in fact, idiotic. It happens. Now, each day, I look in the mirror and think, Hey, only one new wrinkle. Dang girl, you're looking good! Yeah. At some point, I had this shift. Instead of all the stuff going wrong, I started being really grateful for all the stuff that's going right. Which tops my list: 1. Glad to be alive, just because I am ALIVE . It's a blessing to be able to be in this miraculous world right at this moment. 2. Watching my children grow up . Rearing children is the stuff of jugglers, optimists, heroes, mathematicians, estheticians, nutritionalists and magicians. Watching them leap out of the nest and fly, more awesome (and terrifying) than I ever expected. Moses, it's amazing. Thank you, God, for letting me be here to watch this . . . please help me not to mess it up. 3...