Well, I'm the answer

Well, thanks to Douglas Adams, on Monday I became the answer to Life, the Universe and everything. It was quite the fun birthday. I've found as I've gotten older, it's not about what I get. I'm sure the 13 year old me would be aghast at that, but it's true. For my birthday from my wife and daughter, I got one present from each of them, and it was good.

From my wife I got a DVD of a new version of one of my all time favorite movies, but one I never owned before. That was "Flash Gordon (1980)". From my daughter I got a Christmas tree ornament that said "Third Christmas" and was a cat. I got some $ from family back home, and it was great. But none of that even compared to the best present of the day.

That came from my two year old. At some point in the afternoon, I was on the sofa, and my wife had come over to give me a hug and a happy birthday kiss. Well, while she was doing that, my little girl also came over and put one of her special blankets on top of my lap, and then gave me this really huge hug. It was totally unprompted, and made both of us cry. My daughter's blanket was the best present I got on my 42nd birthday. Hard to beat that.