I'm the oldest of five children. The youngest two girls are only eleven months apart. As of Thursday, they are both fifty years old for a month. The women in my family (missing only one of my daughters) gathered at my house this weekend to celebrate.
We ate, we made books and jewelry, we laughed and talked and read, (and yes, cried some). We played Apples to Apples and asked each other thoughtful questions from the Family Edition of Table Topics. On Sunday, my father and brother came up and we had lunch at the University Club.
It was a weekend spent around the table. Now that the table is bare, the rooms put back to order and the linens done, I feel sad that it's over. It was a magnificent, empowering weekend.