Well, it’s here. Yours truly turns 40 tomorrow. I know many people say it but for me it is true, age is just a number and you’re only as old as you feel. My husband asked the other day as we were discussing the momentous occasion if I was were I thought I would be at 40. It got me thinking. I told him that I thought I would have more children than two and that I never imagined I’d have any other career than teaching. Other than that, there weren’t really any surprises.
My mom always said as she got older her wish on each birthday was that she could choose one of her children and spend the day with that child at whatever age she wanted. For example, if she chose me she could spend the day with me when I was five. She would stay the same age, she just wanted to enjoy one more day with each of us at different stages in life. How nice would that be? There are so many days I wish I could relieve. I’d love to go back and spend a day with my grandma and grandpa at their home. We wouldn’t have to do anything special-I just miss them. I would enjoy spending a day with brother Bud when we were young before there were more siblings. I wish I could do the day I met Ty over again. Two of my best days were the days the girls were each born and I would love to enjoy those one more time. The list of days I’d like to relive is long. I consider that to be a great life; to have had so many moments that I’d like to do one more time. My hope for the next 40 years is for many more of those days.