I turn 40 on Saturday. Well that isn't completely true. WE turn 40 on Saturday. I'm a triplet, luckily I have the greatest sisters (all 4 of them). We may argue when we think we know what is best for the other one but when things get sticky we know that the other 2 will be there thru the worst. I look at the other 2 of the 3 of us and I don't see an ounce of age on their faces. They look maybe 34. They have always been beautiful - inside and out.
I don't want to turn 40, I'd like to stay 39 forever. Turning forty means I'm getting old. (Like my oldest turning 18 last weekend didn't mean I'm getting old) It's bad enough that my body is fighting with me and has decided to add 10 lbs. Young and feeling pretty. Not old, greying and crabby. I've noticed that I've even got alittle crabbier lately. Maybe it's because I look around and see all that needs to be done and its not getting done (because I don't have the time.)
Today my DH told me that I sounded like my mom -- I've decided that isn't anything bad at all, my mom is a wonderful woman with a huge heart. I've always called her "Saint Shirlene", I don't know how she made it thru raising 6 kids and is still a loving and caring woman. When the 3 of us were born she had 2 teenagers and a 3 1/2 yr old.
DH keeps asking what I want for my birthday (it's gonna be really hard topping the car I got last birthday) Maybe he will figure it out.
- To be with my sisters on our birthday. I really miss them.
- a big PARTY
- a necklace, one of those Journey diamond ones
- a sparkly clean house (I ask for this for every event --never happens unless I do it)
- Clothes (the whole damn store!)
- Camera, a nice one.
- the new Darrvl Worley CD - Sounds Like Life
- Square Diamond Earrings
Writing this I've decided that although the "actual age" is 40, I'll just choose an age---after all it's just a number.
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