So yes, today is my birthday and yes, I'm forty years old. Navin R. Johnson's voice rings in my head, and my story, you ask? The one that goes it was never easy for me, I was born to hippies in 1971...I remember the days ridin' in the VW Bus and performing in musical theater in downeast Maine... Oh anyway, yes, I've had forty years on this good earth and though undeniably I'm aging, I don't feel all that old, except when I think about how lately people are complaining that hearing Kurt Cobain on the oldies station makes them feel old, well, 1971 begins to seem like days of yore when compared to 1994.
me, age 40
And knowing myself, I knew I wanted to keep today simple, as in, no big bash for me, thanks (maybe later I'll throw a party when the my birthday isn't the focus) and as usual, Olivia, Adam and Alex lavished the love on me. We started the day with bagels, sweet cards, a bouquet of tulips and thoughtful gifts, including this (I had no idea a new one was out. Alex and I didn't love the last one, so we're keeping our fingers crossed, Jean Auel! I'm certain we'll still fight for dibs of this copy, regardless.)
Then, because spring puts me in the mood for a mini-road trip and it's one of my favorite places to visit, we all went to Ikea together, where we had lunch, including cake, and did a small amount of shopping. Mostly we did what we always do when we visit and we took notes and snapped photos for our home idea book.
It's just inspiring and fun to be there and to examine ways to use space in our own home. More than anything, it was just a good way to spend the day with the people I treasure most. Forty is good. Forty is fine by me. Now excuse me while I go listen to a true oldie.