Twenty years ago today, Gabrielle turned one, and the weather was exactly like today: sunny, breezy, and unseasonably warm (77°F, as we speak). We had a picnic on the grass in front of our apartment building on 40th Place. I won’t say it seems like yesterday, but it doesn’t seem like 20 years either.
The weather is similar in Boston today—10 degrees cooler, but still quite fine for someone who doesn’t much care for winter weather. Despite all her intricate plans for the day, she knew the weather might throw a wrench in them. She lucked out.
A friend gave her a tiara with the number 21 that lights up, which she wore to her Spanish class. Her professor has a thing about tiaras, it turns out, and asked to wear it as she administered today’s quiz. Some of the best things in life are unplanned. (For me, all of them are. Gabrielle got her planning genes from somewhere else.)
I expect March 10, 2026, to be sunny, breezy, and unseasonably warm.
