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My birthday happened this week. I had noodles. Went to a museum. Played with my daughter. O and C hatched a plan to get me a birthday cake. Lemon meringue from Tartine Bakery, natch.

O and I sat at a bar sipping manhattans, and one by one friends dropped by throughout the evening. Hug after hug. My baby was cared for by my trusted helper at home. It was a perfect day, a perfect evening.

I blew out the candles, but didn’t make a wish beforehand. I only realized this the next day.

“Maybe your wish already came true,” suggested O.

It probably did.