I’m 39! Not 43 or 52 saying I’m 39. I really am 39! Today at 8:19 pm.
Next year I’ll be 40.
I’m OK with that. Since I’m still 39.
And to celebrate the ending of my 39th year of life and the beginning of my 40th…yes, think about that. If I’m 39 today, I’ve really been alive 40 years. But I’m not turning 40 today. Really, I’m ONLY 39.
Anyway, to celebrate, I have already fit in quite a few things:
1. Dinner last night with my Mom, Dad, husband, kids, two of my aunts and their partners. Mom made a delicious dinner and my boys presented me with an ice cream cake with about 10 candles on it… THAT TOOK ME THREE TRIES TO BLOW OUT. They weren’t even trick candles. (As a self-proclaimed hypochondriac, I now think I might have a deadly lung condition. I’ll need to get that checked out, as I definitely plan to be around for my 40th birthday cake. I also plan on holding my breath underwater every day this summer to increase my lung capacity so that next year, blowing out 10 candles won’t be such a disaster.)
2. I awoke this morning at 5:30 intent on going on a birthday run. Which I did, thank you very much. I usually run around 8, after dropping the kids off at school…but seeing that my day plans to be full of working in the garden and teaching a cheese making class at the Senior Center, I started early. And WOW, was it worth it! The scenery was beautiful, I ran 4 miles and took about 37 pictures. The sunrise on the rocks in The Garden of the Gods was incredible. So were the wildflowers.
3. Upon arriving home, my three boys surprised me with my favorite Dunkin Donut – an apple fritter…not to be confused with clean eating. We sat out on the deck and made plans for the summer. My vote includes a horseback ride… on someone’s horses with someone guiding us…into the mountains to pick some kind of wild food. Chokecherries, strawberries, raspberries, mushrooms…whatever.
4. My sister and her girls called to sing me a version of Happy Birthday that included funky chickens, smelly feet and juice boxes.
5. My mom and dad called to sing me their fancy version of Happy Birthday. (You should get on their list of friends or family…then maybe they’ll call you too and sing you Happy Birthday in perfect harmony. It’s a long-standing tradition.)
6. Mom showed up with a birthday caramel macchiato and a gift certificate for 10 YOGA CLASSES!!! for me, a Chai tea for The Animal Whisperer and chocolate milks for the boys.
7. Next, The Animal Whisperer (who has been milking the goats while I document my morning thus far) is taking me to breakfast.
Ohhhh, how nice it is to turn 39! And it’s only 8:32 in the morning!
– The 39-year-old Goat Cheese Lady