It's my month!

Well, this is it.  This is the year, this is the month.  Forty years ago, I was born.  Seems hard to believe.
I don't remember my Mom turning 40, however, I do remember my step-father turning 40.  I was 15 and we threw him an "over the hill party."  I remember thinking he was so old.  The Funny thing about getting older is that older people don't seem as old to me as they  used to. I do, however, feel my age when I see my children growing up.  Had a reality check this Christmas as I realized we only have one more Christmas with my oldest son before he will leave to serve a 2 year mission for our church.  That made me cry,
 The number doesn't bother me,  I don't "feel" 40, whatever that means.  I am starting to "see" what 40 looks like though. The most significant changes are not being able to eat the way I used to.  I see the affects of my indulgences almost immediately and have to work harder to get rid of them. Although, I hope this will work in my favor.  Fine lines are becoming more visible and my hair color is no longer my own.  My outward appearance is now a reflection of the life I've lived and I"m so grateful for it.  In fact, the older I get, the more grateful I am.  Heavenly Father has blessed me with more than I deserve and I plan to embrace every year I have with my beautiful family.

Happy Birthday to Me!