In February, I turned 45. Someone on social media said that they were halfway to 90 when they turned 45, and I loved that. I got several laughs, and no one took it seriously, but I love it for multiple reasons. One, it’s tongue-in-cheek. Who doesn’t love a good laugh. But secondly, I’m saying I’m mid-life. I don’t plan on croaking in 20 years, I plan on living till (at least) 90. Fate could have a different plan in mind, but that’s my plan. When I turned 40, I celebrated living till 40. That may also seem funny and morbid, but there were times in my life, that weren’t too long ago, that I believed I would never get to 40. Now that I’m above and beyond, I’m looking forward to my next goal of (at least) 90.

There was a theme. I love having themes, especially childish themes that I might not have got to have when I was younger. This year’s theme was Candyland. I had a backdrop and a board game and loads and loads of candy. It was such a good time. Mother Nature did decide that she was sick of the 60s and 70s earlier in the week and settled for a snowstorm. I got to see two new cousins meet each other for the first time, AND I got to eat candy. Lots and lots of candy. I loved the party because it was campy, and family, and there was just a ton of love.