So, I just turned 40... minutes ago. What does it mean to turn 40? I don't feel any different. It certainly hasn't matured me any. I can't think of a better example than the conversation I had with Olivia tonight.
We're reading a story about bunnies. In it, all the normal-looking bunnies with upright ears are making fun of a lop-eared bunny. I tell Livi that sometimes this happens to kids at school and she should never be one of the mean, laughing bunnies. With her serious face on, she promptly tells me, "I never laugh at anyone. There's a kid in my class whose last name is "Weiner" and I never make fun of him." So my response? I start laughing so hard at the word "Weiner" that I'm sure the moral of the story is lost. Way to go mom!
40 is not so bad. As Julianne, my friend of nearly 30 years, told me this past weekend... it's just a number.
I had a little list of things I wanted to accomplish by age 40. And it's true that I haven't crossed too many things off that list. I'm okay with that. I guess you could say that I traded some of the things on my list for other things that I think are WAY better.
So, 40 it is. And at age 40, I am so, very thankful for my family and my friends. They've made every day of 40 years a blessing.