growing up

Well, now, this turning forty (yes. ME. FORTY!!!!!) isn't so painful after all. I mean, it was a great day!

My family and I ate Chinese, then after a flying stop at home where I learned I now have a job (squee!) I went to my book club meeting (Love those women. I am BLESSED to have them in my life.) where I was caught up in rolling, choking laughter and camaraderie and a lot of wine and flowers (two different kinds!) and a lovely pressy and so much fun,  plus munchies and cake. Then I came home to two wide-awake kids (who then had left-over birthday cake) and this morning?

Bacon, coffee, and more birthday cake.

Really, who could ask for more?

I'm not sure how I expected to feel about turning forty. My mother (who was not expected to live past her twenties) used to say she thought of every year as a gift.  I always thought by the time I was forty, I'd be settled, with kids and a husband and a great group of friends....

Oh, wait. I am.

And I'm actually really happy about it.

Here's to another forty.