Kayla and I both had those milestone decade birthdays this year.
2 weeks ago for Kayla; today for me.
1 for Kayla. 4 for me.
4 decades. Really?!
It's going to take some getting used to answering the question, "How old are you?" with the reply, "40." Forty doesn't roll off my tongue that easily. It feels weird saying it. But then again, when you're an adult how many times do you actually get asked your age?
I feel like I should be doing something big and great to celebrate the big 4-0, but I kind of stopped celebrating birthdays years ago. Thankful for another birthday, but still just another day all the same.
But it's 4 decades!
Shouldn't I go jump out of a plane or some other big risk-taking activity? Parachuting isn't likely - I don't even like roller coasters!
What does everyone else do to celebrate 40?
Maybe I should make a bucket list of 40 things.
Or 40 things about me.
Or 40 things I've learned.
But 40? That's a lot of things for a list; who would want to read a list that contains 40 items?
So, I'm 40 today. No great words of wisdom from me on turning 40!
I received a card yesterday that had the following quote:
"It's not the years in your life that count, it's the life in your years."
I like that. I'd like to think that the life in my years have been pretty great, fulfilling, and full of love.