I’m feeling 42

So today is my 42nd birthday.

Here’s what I think about turning 42. I remember many years ago that P and I were eating dinner with an older couple whose kids were in our Campus Life group when the mom mentioned that she was 42. And I felt sorry for her because, GAH, FORTY-TWO. It’s like her whole life was practically over.

And now, in a blink of an eye, here I am. I’ll be honest, while I’m not a fan of the new gray hair and the wrinkles that seem determined to form between my nose and my mouth, it’s not that bad. In fact, I thought about listing all the reasons why I’m grateful for my 42nd year of life, but decided that I shouldn’t have to think that much on my birthday.

So I’ll just tell you that turning 42 beats the alternative. And I am so grateful to have a husband I adore, a daughter that makes me smile every day, friends that love me in spite of all my quirks, and a family that always supports me.

Also, the advances that have been made in anti-wrinkle formulations and hair coloring techniques.

And that I happened to catch the series finale of Friends on T.V.

Because sometimes it’s the little things.