Well the inevitable has happened.
On the day that I turned 40 I didn't feel as old as my 16 year old self had thought I would feel. Though I'm sure my old self would be shocked if she suddenly had this 40 year old body. She would want to hit the gym, see the hairdresser, and get some stylish clothes. She'd wonder why I never pierced my nose like I swore I would. She would say, "What happened to law school?" She would be appalled to hear her brother say, "You're just like mom." She would gasp at the idea of homeschool and tell you that she didn't have a domestic bone in her body. She was career-bound. She would own a townhouse, not a farmhouse. She wouldn't like my life one bit. She might even weep.
But on the day that I turned 40, my 40 year old self couldn't stop saying, "Thank you". Thank you, Father, for giving me the real desires of my heart. Thank you for my husband who spoils me - no matter what day it is. Thank you for my mom, who reminded me to be delighted at being 40 and healthy. Thank you for my sister who just wanted to be with me. Thank you for my friends who showered me with sweet words and gifts. Thank you for the years that have given me lots of children. Thank you, Father, that the love of nose rings turned into the love of cameos.
What a blessing to not be my thin, pretty & fashionable younger self!
(pictured: gift package from Punk Rose Journal - Thank you, sweet Sher for sending a gift on just the right day!)