A Day of Mourning

Today I'm in mourning. Gone are the days of being 30-something. I can't believe I'm really 40. Middle Aged. Not that I'm really any different than yesterday, but it just seems weird to think that I'm 40. I have a baby and little kids.

Dave wanted to make sure I remembered that I'm old. He very sneakily blew up 40 black balloons and hung them in the family room along with black streamers. Somehow he did this between 11:30 last night and 7:00 this morning when we got up. The kids woke me up saying "Happy Birthday" and shoving a present in my very sleepy face. Once I sat up, they started opening everything while I just watched. Dave has been trying to give me my present since Sunday. (You all know he can't keep a secret!) He bought me a new camera. I've been wanting one that I can just keep in my bag. So many times I've wished I had one and it was either sitting at home or Dave had it. So now I get my own! Yippee! It's quite nice and less than 1/2 the size of his. I'm so excited! Anyway, the minute it was opened, Dave took it and took a picture. So much for my own camera. Then Seth announced, "Come see your balloons!" I think that burst Dave's bubble. He had wanted it to be a surprise - and it still was. I couldn't believe how many balloons there were. He said he's been planning this for 6 months! His friend, Mike, even offered to sneak in the house and help him blow them up. But Dave did it all himself and, yes, he's still alive! It's been a fun day and the kids are totally into it. I think we're going to dinner later tonight to celebrate. So I'll enjoy my day of mourning the loss of my 30's, and I'll look forward to my 40's. ARGGHH!