Saturday Just Came & Went

I can't believe that, as much as I love to blog and posts pics, that I am JUST now getting around to posting about my own 40th Birthday!

I have now joined the ranks of full-fledged.....drumroll.....ADULT.

To a child, I am a real live grown-up. To a teen, I'm like a mom. To someone in their 20's I'm just plain.....old. To those in their 30's I'm like a big sister. To those who are around my age...we just stare at each other in disbelief that we aren't 20 anymore. To those older than me I'm still a little kid to them, but they've lived long enough to know that I am truly a grown-up now and have no intention of letting me forget it.

I even feel different. Not that I felt it overnight from Friday to Saturday like magic, but over the course of the last year I have felt it day by day physically, spiritually and emotionally. Just different than before. I have adored all my birthdays and thought somehow the Big 4-OH would be some huge shebang, but it wasn't.

No fireworks.

Not a ton of cards in the mail.

No party.

If not for Face*Book I'm not sure if anyone would have remembered. (That was SUPER fun to get like a gazillion birthday wishes on there!!!)

I am NOT having a pity-party. Trust me. I am so blessed I can't even believe it. I am just realizing that everybody moves on and has a life and my birthday, be it the fortieth one or not, is just not high on the priority list of things to do. And I was totally OK with. Well, maybe not totally.

I told PandaPop to NOT do anything over-the-top because my big gift is to be my trip to New York City with my friend and I know I will want some bucks for that little adventure. However, the wonderful trip we want to take in the fall....in NYC...{{{swoon}}}....will now be in the spring. Details just didn't work out for a lovely fall trip. We will celebrate our 40th birthdays when I'm 40 and a half. I'm OK with that. The trip is free. No complaints here.

I had a great weekend with family and our new puppy dog who is at this very moment attached to my feet. Where he stays. So sweet. Oh!---and he stopped barking his ever-lovin' head off. Whoop!

I have had a pretty great first 40 years of life with joys, bumps, bruises and blessings beyond measure. Here's to the next 40+ to be filled with the Grace of God.

Happy 40th Birthday, to ME!