Last week I quietly turned 40.
I turned 40.
I’m no longer thirty something.
I am 40.
No matter how often I say it, it doesn’t seem right.
I don’t feel 40.
Well my body feels 40 but my mind feels like it’s still a young 30.
You know, almost an adult, but not really.
I like nonsense. I always have.
As one of my favorite writers once said:
I like to laugh and have fun and surround myself with people who do the same.
That is why for my 40th birthday I wanted to be surrounded by my family.
The ones who put up with my nonsense and laugh with me.
The ones that truly get me and love me anyway.
These are my people.
They made me laugh so hard on my birthday that I couldn’t breathe.
This picture says it all. Except that you can’t see Leroy who was trying to eat the sub sandwich on the counter behind all of us.
Chaos and nonsense was happening all around and I was completely content.
I hope the rest of 40 is this good.