This weekend I turned 40.
Yep, that's me, captured by a very clever friend. Looking like the love child of Miss Piggy & Kermit in my green mac (a patients relative once told me I looked like Shrek too....)
Friend's have turned 40 before me, there have been parties, limo's and wild tales to be told.
However I opted for a quieter weekend, after the past few months I had a strong sense that I wanted to 'keep it real'. To be with those I know the best, love the most. Who know me the most.
Small children were beyond excited.
Mum & Dad (feeling old!).
Conversation's with my brothers.
Messages from my sister, thousands of miles away.
A meal in my most favourite grown up village pub.
I gathered together my closest friend's, those who have known me forever, who have grown through adulthood with me. There was a girlie night out at the local Chinese, plenty of coffee, tea and nattering. Plenty of laughing & reflecting.
Delicious gifts from friend's old & new....(thank you Lisa x)
Some people dread their 40th Birthday, some say its the new 30...
I hope not. I'm embracing it all the way.
The years of being 30+, babies, feeding, toddlers & tantrums. Lack of sleep, feeling so very tired. Old challenges now behind me. Life is a huge journey, and I'm excited to be looking at life in a refreshed way. These will be the years my children will be nurtured into adulthood. My G & me, keeping hold of what brought us together in the first place, not losing sight of each other. New challenges to face. Plans being made, adventures to be had, memories to make & capture.
It's all good.