I know 40 is the big dreaded birthday but this past year killed me. It's official . . . I am old. Not sure when it happened. But know it was shortly after I turned 38. It started with creases in my face every morning. At first I thought I just needed more sleep and was probably just tired but as it continued every morning I realized the skin on my face was changing. The lines from my pillow took there own sweet time leaving my face. I no longer got to choose if I wanted to change the color of my hair. I now get to dye my hair every six weeks or have really light (some might call them white) highlights. My metabolism is shot. It's harder to lose weight. Oh the list goes on and on and if my short term memory wasn't shot I'd list all of them.
I've always been fine with getting older. It never bothered me to turn 30 even though all of my friends were upset and worried about it. I still felt young. I didn't care about eye creams and wrinkle creams or any creams. I was determined to be like my mom and age gracefully and beautifully. Certain I wouldn't ever turn to injection or surgery to take away my wrinkles. But I have to admit that it has been so much harder on me than I could have ever imagined. I guess it just snuck up on me way too quickly. In my mind, I still look 25 but then I see pictures and realize I'm no longer that young girl.
Not really sure where I'm going with this. I just know I'm not so quick to judge those who choose Botox and Collagen anymore. I no longer fear turning 40 next year. I know they say that 40 is the new 30 but that's totally a lie. I'm here to say that 38 is the new 40.
I celebrated my birthday in the car with all of the family. We left at 7 am for a 12 hour road trip to Sun River, Oregon. My sweet kids made sure I had some sort of celebration before leaving and surprised me with this candy bar poster/birthday card.
Thanks "Heath"er for always "burst"ing with fun! Even though we're going to be driving through "Idaho" on your birthday. I still think that you "skor"ed. You are sometimes a "butterfinger" but mostly not. You will always deserve "100 grand". From your beautiful "sixlets". WE LOVE YOU
We caravanned with my sister Heidi. The best part was that I could split up Hadley and Ryan -- my two fighters. She took Hadley and I took Will. Hadley loved riding in Aunt Heidi's car with her cousins. And Will loved . . . well, let's just say Will was a good sport. He tried but was unsuccessful in finding a seat out of Morgan's reach. He ended up sitting in the seat in front of her and sinking as low as possible so she couldn't grab his hair and hit him. We stopped for ice cream and hopefully that made up for all of his pain and suffering. The kids did surprisingly well. They were happy watching movies and taking short little naps. It's hard for the little ones to understand the concept of a road trip but once they hear the word "condo" (which is synonymous for Disneyland, beach, nan and papa, family fun, etc.) , they know however long it takes in the car is worth it.





























