So after weeks of looking forward to it with a sense of impending doom, my birthday finally arrived and I finally reached the age at which life is apparently supposed to begin.
When I was little, I used to get up on the morning of my birthday and peer closely into the mirror to see if I looked any older…I don’t do that now just in case I find I actually do! But, having received a huge number of cards which I had resisted opening early and some from whom I had no idea, I woke feeling excited for the first time in years!
Opening the cards had to be done with great care. I had a feeling there had been some mischief afoot and guessed correctly that one or two might be unsuitable for showing to my mum who was sitting on the bed watching me open them! As I opened them, it soon became clear that I had received cards from at least one fictional person plus one or two celebrities who, apart from anything else, couldn’t possibly have had my address! I giggled the whole way through and eventually came to a card that appeared to be slightly bulging and rattled in a way that suggested the bed was about to be showered with something my mum would spend the next few weeks hoovering up. I carefully extracted the card with minimal showering of iridescent stars and 40s and was promptly rendered speechless.
The card alone would have left me somewhat lacking in speech; however, it was what I found when I opened it that really left me open-mouthed.
I never for one moment expected to find a signed photograph of Richard Armitage wishing me a happy 40th birthday. I have the most wonderful friends and one in particular went all out to make me smile and laugh ensuring that the day was one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had. I hope she knows how much I appreciate what she did and how much I love her.
A fab lunch was eaten in one of my favourite restaurants and the day was finished off drinking lightly sparkling Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc and eating a wonderful wheat-free chocolate birthday cake made by my mum! I even had a candle to blow out.
So, after receiving wonderful pressies, beautiful flowers and lovely messages, not to mention eating scrumptious food…I have to conclude that being 40 is not as bad as I feared. At least not so far! I’ve been told that it gives me a free rein to be naughty and to start saying things like, “We didn’t do things like that when I was your age,” and “Back in my day…”
I shall bravely attempt to embrace my 40s and whatever challenges and adventures they bring.