|My new tiara and lei that my sister got me for my 40th.|
Happy Birthday to Me!
Happy Birthday to Me!
Hold up! Put the brakes on now. I am not ready to be 40. Not yet. Not really. I know I can’t prevent it from happening, but do I have to be? This puts me 10 years closer to 50 than I want to be. Heck, 40 sounds old. Until today, I could say that I was in my 30s. I liked that. I enjoyed being in my 30s. A lot of wonderful things happened in my 30s–became an aunt for the first time, met the man of my dreams, married him, had a beautiful baby girl. Why do I have to leave this wonderful time?
Oh yeah, that’s why. Time! It keeps moving forward. We can’t hit pause. Isn’t that sad?
I truthfully thought about refusing to be 40 and only celebrate the anniversaries of my 39th birthday. It sounded like a great idea–in my head. In reality, it seems silly.
To be honest, turning 40 isn’t so bad. I didn’t discover any new gray hairs today. Just the same ones that are there (cleverly covered up by hair dye). 10 years ago, on my 30th birthday, was when I found my first gray. I was devastated. Heck, turning 30 was traumatic for me, and I didn’t expect it. The day I turned 30, it suddenly hit me as something awful and hard. I was quite depressed that day and for a week after. I wanted to crawl in a hole. My life hadn’t turned out like I expected it would. When I graduated from high school, I had imagined that by 30 I would be married and have at least one child by then. Boy, was I wrong.
My day has been pretty good. Ginny and I spent the morning together. She even got in a decent nap this morning (this afternoon has not been successful in that department but I’m trying to not think of it). After Chris got up we had lunch and then I opened my birthday gifts. Chris and Ginny spoiled me with St. Louis Cardinals clothing (yay!) and I received a movie from my in-laws. The best though was the special package my younger sister sent me. When I was 30, she sent me a package with 30 gifts to open. Today, she did the same but with 40. Well….technically, 41, for one to grow on. It was fabulous and fun! Most of the stuff was cute and funny.
|I look a bit drugged here, but….this is the box of 40 gifts from my sister Amy.|
|Even Ginny got a couple of gifts from her Aunt Amy!|
Later today, Chris, Ginny, and I will go out for dinner at our local Mexican restaurant, Cancun. We love it, and I’m looking forward to some yummy food and a margarita. Mmmm! So far, being 40 isn’t so bad. It is even sunny outside. Granted, I’m only a few hours into it though. We’ll see how things are tomorrow.