I have to say I wasn't ready for last week. I turned the big 4-0. Forty. Part of me wanted a crown to shout my birthday to the world.
Of course, I didn't. That was probably because I live in a house of boys...and no one thought to get one for me. But that's ok. It's strange to think about being forty because in my head I'm still twenty something. I'm funny...in my head....(cause you know my kids think I have NO sense of humor whatsoever) and I love girly fun things and I enjoy hanging out with my son's friends (much to his chagrin).
And of course in my head I still look like I'm in my twenties....until I go shopping....and realize I'm not. Let's just say these hips don't lie....five kids changed all kinds of things. But I also have some wisdom that I didn't have in my twenties. I realize the importance of faith, and forgiveness. I have learned that life isn't a magical fairytale...and that's OK. Life can throw some really interesting curveballs, but we can grow from every experience, good or bad. It's OK to be sad but it's a waste of time to dwell on difficulties. It's much more productive and satisfying to come up with solutions to life's problems than it is to complain about them. I've learned to love always and a lot, and to pray always and a lot.