So, like I mentioned earlier today, I've turned forty.
The big 4-0
Apparently I should be freaking out and having some sort of midlife crisis. In the words of one woman, I should be fighting it with all I've got and go into middle ageness kicking and screaming.
I've reached the top of the hill and will now begin the rather rapid descent down the other side.
My eye sight should begin to fade right...about...now.
Joints will begin to ache.
There will be much groaning and other odd sounds to make as I move around.
More sparkly high lights will emerge naturally in my hair.
Slightly more luggage will be found under my eyes than before.
But to be honest, I see fine and the achy joints have been around for a while. Thus far the only odd sounds I make are my ridiculously sounding hiccups and that's been happening all my life. I absolutely cannot hate my gray hair because the one time I complained about it my most wonderful husband said he loved seeing my hair turn gray because it meant we were growing old together.
I've had phone calls, text messages and e-cards from family and friends all day.
I have some of the best and sweetest friends that make yummy stuff like this...
and give me this...
So turning forty? I'm loving it. Life is sweet and I am blessed.