On a Saturday afternoon, after watering some porch plants, I realized it was a week before my 45th birthday. I had been staring at a bottle of 1993 Don Perignon on my kitchen counter for a month or so, and suddenly, on that night I decided I'd sip a glass of champagne for a week up until I graduated to my 45th year. I'd been given this bottle by my parents on my 30th birthday, and, sadly I hadn't thought about it for a long time until I excavated it from the trunk of my daughter's car.
So, it was finally back in my possession after being in my pantry on a back shelf for many years. I'm still unclear as to how it ended up in her trunk, although I think I have an idea, but I was happy to get it back. We both thought of it as the Holy Grail of champagne. I never thought I was worthy of owning of it, let alone drinking it, so popping it open was a bold move.
It was the best bottle of champagne I've ever had. I'd earned the right to sip it, it's been a long hard fight from 30 to 45. And I finally felt worthy of it.