40....

I'm 40 now. And, guess what? I like it. Really. I like being 40. I don't feel old. I don't think I look old. Not that 40 is old, at least from my perspective today. I used to think that it was old. I was afraid of 40. Afraid that I wouldn't have accomplished enough by the time I reached 40. But, you know? I've accomplished plenty--so far. I have 2 beautiful children, a home, a wonderful husband. I have a great relationship with my parents and parents-in-law, my brother and his family, as well as my husband's brothers' families.

I've got a lot more to accomplish. But, heck. I haven't even lived half of my life yet!