Family is fabulous. Friends are fabulous. Fairy gardens are fabulous. So how could my fortieth birthday party be anything less than fabulous? Well, there was the fact that I waited waaaay too long to secure a caterer and a cake (much to Ali’s ire, which, I’m not ashamed to say, brought me a bit of glee). My house wasn’t in shape at all to receive guests the day before. Oh, and I had given up on the outside long before. Anyone daring to come through the front door was at the mercy of overgrown shrubs. There was a 100% chance of rain. And I had a difficult time finding just the right things for the make-your-own-fairy-garden party favors.
All that said, it was still fabulous. I had the best time. Being surrounded by family and friends, all smiling, laughing, chatting, is my idea of paradise. As a lot of my friends are moms, there were several kids here as well. Believe it or not, they all played so well together! No fights, only one minor injury (poor Riley), and one encounter with dog poop in the yard (poor, poor Riley; it’s just not fair). The food and cake were good, and the fairy gardens a hit. And it didn’t rain.
I don’t understand why women dread turning forty. My thirties were so much better than my twenties, and I fully expect my forties to be even better than that! I’ve finally reached that point in my life where I know what makes me happy and have created the means to make that a reality. I have been blessed with an always supportive, loving, and so entertaining family, who just happen to be the best people I could ever know. That I had nothing to do with but am thankful for every day. And, wow, my friends. I have surrounded myself with people who are genuine, kind, thoughtful, reliable, and possessing so many talents and characteristics that I admire and respect. I understand the definition of a true friend now, and I am fortunate to be able to see how beautiful each and every one of them is. My house is my home and my daughter’s as well. I nest now, whereas always before, I treated places as temporary. I feel like I have a lot more to give Story today than I did yesterday, and that increases with each day. I don’t take for granted time with her and revel in the awe of watching her grow and discover herself. My work is what I want it to be, and I have the luxury of making choices and welcoming opportunities that fit my life. I am blessed for sure, but I have also made the life I live.
Yes, forty is just a number, but for me, it represents a time in life that demands to be celebrated. And I did just that.