Today is the 35th anniversary of my turning the calendar and thinking "Before I turn another page of this calendar my life will change forever." On the first full day of spring that year my first child, a daughter, was born. Every year since, when the calendar calls for turning from February to March, I pause and recall that young mother to be, her hopes, fears, excitement. But now I also think on the beautiful woman that daughter has become and I'm filled with joy and gratitude. Happy March, Anne.