January Quarterberry

Time stops for no one as much as we wish it would or at least slow down to a crawl. I have reached a mile stone in my journey of life. I’ve turned 40 on Thursday! There are a dozen clichés and I have heard most of them over the last few days. “You don’t look 40!” or “You aren’t old!” or “40 is the new 20!”. I can assure you that none of these make the bitter pill of entering a new decade any easier.

I know it is psychological but hey aren’t we psychological beings? I feel as if it were just yesterday that I was 23 and I moved to Boston excited about the future and all the adventure that awaited me. The last 17 years have flown by. I’ve certainly enjoyed many of the experiences along the way and now while I stress a bit about the number “forty” I look forward to what new adventures lay ahead.

My day started with a bunch of text messages and emails wishing my a Happy Birthday from friends and family. One of the best messages I got was from my brother Brian:

January Quarterberry

January Quarterberry

 

 

 

 

 

 

For a reason that no one can figure out I used to call my birthday “January Quarterberry” as a child. The name stuck and to this day my family greets me with this each birthday. Since I had the day off from work I took myself out to see a movie. I saw Jack Ryan Shadow Recruit. If you are a fan of those types of movies and have enjoyed the other Jack Ryan stories then this won’t disappoint. At least I don’t think it will.

I passed the remainder of my afternoon with calls from loved ones. One of the best parts of a birthday is all the love being sent from people who matter the most. When Mario got home he presented me with some very thoughtful gifts. In light of my upcoming trips he got me a new Coach travel toiletry bag as well as an assortment of all kinds of travel items (shampoo, soap, hand cream, toothpaste, etc.) I also got a new bottle of La Coste cologne. After I opened my gifts we headed out to dinner at Wagamama. We dined on lettuce wraps, steamed dumplings and large bowls of delicious ramen soup.

But the celebrating wasn’t over. After dinner my mom and dad arrived from NY with cake in hand! My mom makes the best banana cake I’ve ever had. It is my Aunt Rosie’s recipe that has been made every year as my traditional birthday cake. So while turning 40 may be a difficult pill to swallow it was a pretty fantastic day.

Birthday cake

Birthday cake

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  1. Happy birthday koopa!! Sorry I missed it! I hope we can get together soon!

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  2. Happy post-quarterberry! Leave it to Brian to come up with the hilarious and awesome picture puzzle. JAN!!! I love it! I also hate that I missed your big fat four-o. At least you will be 40 for a while so hopefully we will get to celebrate it before the next one. I vote for a lot of drinking and plantains.

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