As of Monday.
(birthday cake. thanks to my mom)Sunday.
I was not old.
I was 39.
(birthday smoothie, thanks to me)Monday.
I was old.
I turned 40.
(birthday flowers, thanks to my man)So, overnight.
I became old.
(birthday bling, thanks to my man)Odd.
I didn't feel older.
I didn't think I looked older.
(Don't get me wrong.
I know I look older than even 5 years ago.
The wrinkles are definitely there.
And there's other things
that seem to have a desire to head south.
You old gals like me know what I mean.
I'm just saying, not overnight.)
Now 30 was a different story.
That same month.
I had a miscarriage.
And my dad had triple bypass surgery.
My body was falling apart.
And so was my dad's.
But God is good.
Ten years later.
I have 2 additional boys.
My dad is healthy.
We moved into a house I love.
My kids can all pee on their own.
(Even though they still seem to think I can't.
You know, every time I visit the restroom,
you can count on one of them hollering:
That's why I try to squeeze in
as much restroom time as I can
while they are at school.
I've made some wonderful friendships.
I've gained two super sisters-in-law.
And 4 nephews.
(Still waiting for a niece on that side...
but another baby is coming in February
so I might get one yet.)
I'm so thankful for my mom-and-dad-in-law.
My mom is still my best friend.
I am having so much fun watching my kids grow-up.
(Even though it's hard and sad sometimes.)
I cherish the relationships I have with each of them.
I love my husband more.
And I love Jesus more.
Seems like a pretty good way
to start out the 40's to me.
So I'm not sad.
After that list,
I'm actually excited to see what the 40's bring.
(Although I'm fairly certain
they won't bring 2 more boys into my house
or 2 girls
or any combination thereof.
I guess in 10 years
there is the possibility that we could have
a son-in-law or daughter-in-law.
Now I'm scaring myself.
No more thinking about the next ten years.