My 43rd birthday small. I had a big one when I turned 40, and did not want another big celebration in my 40s.
However, the day turned out quite different from what I expected.
At 11:40 that morning, the doorbell rang.
I was in the kitchen rinsing strawberries when my husband, Rhode, called from his office upstairs, “Can you get that? I’m on a call.”
I wiped my hands on a dish towel and opened the front door.
A delivery driver stood there holding a small brown box against his chest.