Is there a certain age where a person stops wishing for material things for their birthday and starts to wish for deeper, less immediately tangible things instead? Does this change, if it actually exists, correspond with “growing up”? Because I feel like they’re are two things I want for my birthday. One wish is for the continued healthy development of my unborn child, which I can only assume, since I don’t have X-ray or ultrasonic vision, is a wish that’s been granted. The other wish is for financial stability for Stephanie and me, and it seems as if that wish might finally be granted too. Stef had a very promising second interview today for a position she would be thrilled to land and she’s quite hopeful that it might actually pan out.
It’s not that I wouldn’t mind getting an iBook for my birthday, or a copy of The Sims 2 Nightlife, or even just a couple of new books (I really am getting tired of re-reading stuff I’ve already been through once)—because I would love to get my hands on some new stuff, I really would. But I have reached a point where all I really want is a healthy baby and a roof over my head and maybe some time to finish my novel.