The end of an era

In the last two weeks I turned 40 and moved into a new house.

It almost seemed fortuitous that the last night in our house Spencer didn't sleep much. I sat in his nursery rocking him, and thinking about the last decade of my life, seven of those years spent in our little house.

It was a mixed decade -- lots of good things happened, but so did lots of bad. Personally we had lots of heartaches and losses, but we managed to grow closer as a couple. He is my love, my rock, and now the father of my child. We got our happy ending in that house.

Professionally I hit my stride in my 30s. I now have a job I love, a boss I love and the seniority to do my work without anyone getting in my way. I can come in late and leave early if I need to -- the perfect job for a working mother.

We made a great investment in that little house. We made a ridiculous amount of money so we were able to spend a ridiculous amount of money on our new house where we are getting settled.

I'm older and wiser. I'm happier, but still a little sad just below the surface. I've lost a lot, but I've also gained. I'd like to think that this is a new beginning, the end of a time when bad things happen. Unfortunately because of the bad things, I'm not naive enough to believe it.