Forty is a nice round number, isn’t it?
Forty years ago today, my forty and forty-one year old parents had a baby girl. My brothers were ten, thirteen, and fifteen years old. Suffice it to say, I was just a little bit spoiled. And still am.
I asked my eighty one year old dad how it felt that his baby was forty today. He said, “Kind of strange, actually.” He has a tendency to refer to events that happened before I was born as “just a few years ago.” So, I guess it’s all about perspective.
I have been taking morning walks through the cemetery, which is a pretty place, despite the macabre. Today I was thankful I did it, because it put everything in perspective for me. Forty is way better than the alternative, isn’t it?
Lordy, lordy . . . I can’t believe I’m FORTY! But, on the other hand, I don’t truly mind it (now that I’ve covered the gray) because I have good feelings about the coming year. Good feelings, and I am extremely blessed.
Hope your day is equally celebratory – whether it’s your birthday or not.
Posted on September 6, 2012, in My Life, Family & Friends, Writing and tagged aging parents, baby pictures, birthday, birthdays, blessings, celebrations, cemeteries, forty, happiness, life, siblings, turning forty, walks, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.