Old is such a relative thing, isn't it? I remember when I thought 30 was old. I was a senior in high school when my mom hit 40 and I knew for sure that 40 was old...but here I am. I think I'm o.k. with "old." All my "older" friends have told me the 40's are great. One friend even challenged me to do a Bible study on the number 40 because she said it has huge significance and blessings. I plan on doing that and I'll get back with you on what I found. But for now I've quit yanking the gray, course hairs from my head and praying over the Oil of Olay each morning. It's all good.
My wonderful Man wanted to do something nice for me to mark this special occasion. Not long ago he brought me into his office and in a disappointed voice explained to me that he had a surprise birthday party planned for 12 friends in our home complete with a massage therapist and caterer. The problem was that his caterer fell through and he was hitting dead ends. Just knowing that he had thought of such a sweet plan for me made my heart flutter. We thought for a while and I made the suggestion that we stick with the plan, but downsize to just me and my best friend and roommate from college whom I rarely get to see.
So yesterday My TERRIFIC Man held down the fort here with the HUGE help of our eldest daughter (who orchestrated the Fish Sticks to make me cards and have the house picked up while I was gone) and he sent me first to shop for myself by myself. This was such a huge treat for me and I enjoyed every minute of it. Then I met Melissa at the massage therapist where we both enjoyed an hour long massage. When we were 100% Jello and could barely walk to the truck, we headed to Amerigo's for a yummy Italian lunch. It was PERFECT!!! I returned to a tidy home, happy kids, a fabulous husband, having all my kinks and squeaks well-rubbed out, loaded with great deals on clothes and boots, a full tummy and just plain ole happy and blessed!
I have 2 more days until the actual date of my 40th but I also have a 4 year old Little Man who shares this special day with me and can't wait until he turns 5. He told me that he wanted a "half princess half ninja Lego" birthday. I looked at him with a "What kind of birthday is that?" kind of look and he said, "Mom, the princess half is for YOU!" Oh yea. Thanks, Little Man. Isn't he so thoughtful?
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I am laughing (in a good way).
40 was not my decade for panic . . . 50 was. It was at that milestone I truly felt like I was falling apart. Ha.
I am just a little ahead of you in age and kids but will clue you in that having young children in your 40's and 50's is going to be the fun.
Not meaning you won't enjoy them and love them to pieces like always, but wait. You will see what I mean by the time you are 50. I know why women have their children young. I didn't but I know why they do and I would highly recommend it. :)
When my mother was 40, I was in college and well on my way. When my grandmother was 40, I was 4 years old! (That might be just a little too young - ha) As I get older I see the benefit to my kids of being a younger mom, but I am who I am, as we all are, and it is pointless for me to be saying all this, right? :)
Just chuckling thinking about what you will be finding out as the next decade passes.
Enjoy 40. It is a slippery slope between there and the next milestone!
Melanie Keffer
Loved Josiah's party theme idea! :) How precious to include his Mommy! Hope you have a blessed b'day friend! Love ya!
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