I’m officially over the hill. It appears everyone else was more excited about my 40th than I was. Gifts and cards started arriving last week.
Emails and phone calls came in throughout the day and well into the night. Woke up grumpy just thinking that I was 40. Poor J…bore the brunt of that grumpiness.
Slowly the day improved as people reminded me that I was still young (given that most others were much older than I), got a few ‘Happy Birthdays’ from patients, and a few emails to put a smile on my face – B sent me a picture of the Kona Pie from a few days ago, and reminded me that I shouldn’t fast on my birthday (I really like this girl, and S should really marry her before someone snatches her away).
When I got home from work, a package from Amazon was sitting at the doorstep. Immediately, I knew it was a tripod (because it wasn’t wrapped in anything, not even packaged in an inconspicuous cardboard box), but wasn’t sure who it was from.
This year’s theme appeared to revolve around photography, because F sent me a gift certificate for photography lessons.
Sure, turning 40 is nothing to brag about, but knowing how many close friends and family care about you getting older is priceless.