So this week I have a birthday coming up.
I am going to be 41. I look at that number and I ask myself, "where did the time go?"
It seems as if it were only yesterday, I was so excited about turning sixteen. What a milestone that one would be, I can remember thinking. I could not wait for that day to arrive.
The next major birthday that I looked forward to was my twenty-first. By this time I was already overseas, stationed on the island of Okinawa. This birthday was a milestone for more than just the fact that I was now 21. This was also the night that I met my future husband.
Of course I still had the luxury of thinking thirty was old. But back then I am pretty sure I thought twenty five was old.
Turning thirty was the one I had a hard time with. To this day I am not sure why. It seemed to signal the end of the carefree days that I associated with my twenties. The party years so to speak.
When forty came, I was ready. I was no longer fixated with the idea of getting older, just getting.
This week another birthday will come and go. My husband and I will take the day off. He will take me to my favorite restaurant for lunch and we will have calamari, oysters and a couple of blue moon beers. After, we will spend the rest of the afternoon lazing around the pool.
The day will end with me blowing out two tacky candles on the most amazing cake my husband makes for me. How lucky am I?
So how did you spend your last birthday and who did you spend it with?