I have always LOVED my birthday, more than the average person, with tear away countdown sheets and at least a week of celebrating. My dear friend Sarah used to say "just wait til you turn 40...then you won't love it" but I felt like I would always love my birthday no matter what number I was turning.
So yesterday was the day...the big 4-0. Over the hill. Old. And yet I feel pretty great, in fact, this is one of the best birthdays I can remember having. I feel loved, spoiled, supported, and am a bit overwhelmed at the generosity of my friends in showering kindness on me. I threw myself a party, with my closest friends and family, where the color scheme matched the theme, from invitation to cupcake plates and napkins. I had dinners and lunches during a gorgeous weekend. I bought myself new shoes and they were on sale! I was spoiled and for the first time, was able to spoil someone who shares my birthday. I went to sleep last night feeling utterly content and happy. Not a bad way to start a year.
So yeah, I am 40. Old. Over the hill. And I'm totally OK. This is not at all where I thought I would be, but I know for sure it is exactly where I am supposed to be.