This is the day

I turn 40. Yep- the big 4-0!  It feels weird.  Especially as the age between myself and my parents seem to get closer and closer. When I was a little girl I used to visit my grandma.  She looked like a grandma. She had short white hair, and carried the little black purse.  She went to town once a week to have her hair done, and it stayed that way until the next appointment.  When I calculate her age at that time, she was in her 40’s.  What a strange thought, as I am not even close to looking like a grandma, nor being one since my girls are still little.  I know 40 is not really old these days, but it still feels weird to not be able to say I am thirty something!

This morning my girls bought me breakfast in bed with home made birthday cards.  In one is this poem by my oldest (9).

In the month of May

when the flowers sway

it is hard to say mean words

beacause outside you hear the cheerful little birds.

Dear Mom, have a wonderful birthday with cheerful little girls and birds.

Then I proceeded to get up and dump the full glass of cold water on myself and bed.  That was a shock.  The rest of the day includes lunch out with some very special ladies whom I am priviledged to call my friends, then dinner at my inlaws.

Susan