The BIG ONE

I will be turning 40 years old at exactly 4:29pm today. And I'm okay with it. Truly. I have never been the type of person to panic about my age. I get little twinges now and again when I do a mirror pass by and notice the extra sag around my jawline the way my neck is no longer firm and moist but kinda soft and dry. And I truly truly wanted to lose that 20 lbs before my birthday so I could look as fabulous on the outside as I am on the inside but that didn't happen and I'm thinking the fact that I have lived on this earth for 40 years is the reason I don't really care.

It's my family and friends who seem to think that the BIG 4-0 is a HUGE DEAL! "We gotta have a party! You only turn 40 once!" "We gotta go to lunch today, it's your 40th!" "Of COURSE we're having cake! I can't wait to see you blow out ALL those candles!" So today has been a bit of a surprise for me. After 20 some odd years of birthdays not being a big deal, this has been kinda nice.

I came to work this morning to the biggest poinsettia plant I've ever seen on my desk (it's gorgeous and I didn't even know I liked poinsettias) and a basket full of alcohol. Lunch with my bestie, dinner tonight with Peter and the kids and yes, yes...a cake FULL of candles, I'm sure. The drunken debauchery that will be my Saturday night neighborhood birthday/poker party. Oh yeah, there is also the most excellent camera I bought for myself for my birthday. It really is SUPER AWESOME!

But call it old age wisdom or an appreciation for the finer things in life, this has been the best birthday in a long time for many reasons but the best reason, the one that makes my toes curl and the warm fuzzies spread from by heart to my head to my stomach and back again has been one tiny little word on facebook. Grandma. Happy Birthday Grandma! Who knew that word could make me giggle like a ten year old, clap my hands and squeal with delight like a toddler and make me smile as big as a 16 year old being handed the keys to her first car.

I love you my beautiful Kadence and Koloti. You are the jam to my toast, the honey to my bee, the sun to my shine and the heart to my beat. Thank you for letting me be your grandma and for making me look forward to spending the rest of my birthdays with you.

My babies crying that they couldn't spend my birthday with me.