One Spring Day in March, 1975…

…I was born.

 

My parents were here visiting last weekend and during one of our conversations my mother decided she would buy a couple of little cakes and we would celebrate my birthday a little early, while family was here.  Then she said, “Where did those 40 years go?” We both laughed a little as I told her I was sort of wondering the same thing.

Then on Sunday, as I was doing laundry, I bent down and sighed as I moved the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer.  Bending down is getting harder.  Tim heard me and asked if anything was wrong.  I said, “I think I may need to got to the doctor.  I just do not feel like myself.  I know I could stand to lose a few pounds but I just feel like everything is so hard to do these days.”  He smirked at me and said, “Welcome to turing 40.”

(although I’m not really sure he’s completely right and I am REALLY hoping that my new age doesn’t have that much to do with it.  I still made a doctor’s appointment though, partly because I have not been in a while…)

I did go to the doctor with Ben (for him) the other day and the young lady being trained by the other nurse, remarked that she would be 20 on Friday! WHEE! (the day after my birthday).  I told her I was exactly twice her age.  She just smiled that sort of young, pitiful smile that people JUST TURNING 20 are apt to smile at someone telling them they are OLD.  This child was born in 1995! Soak that in for just a second.

I met Tim when I was 20.  I couldn’t legally drink yet when I was 20. I was finishing college courses and getting excited for my first trip to New York City when I was 20.  I had all kinds of aspirations that have changed now, when I was 20.

I know 40 IS just a number (2×20).  But it’s a new-to-me number.  My 30’s certainly had ups and downs but overall it was a pretty awesome decade in this life of mine.  I have high hopes for this one too.  I hope it can live up to some of the hype.