Well, turning forty really wasn't that bad. My actual birthday was spent taking the kids to church, coming home to eat peanut butter and jelly for lunch, watching football the rest of the day and having my absolute favorite cheeseburger for dinner that night. I didn't wake up with white hair or arthritus or anything.
My sweet hubby even spent over a month planning a surprise birthday party for me the night before my birthday. And he almost pulled it off. I wish for his sake he was married to someone who wasn't consumed with curiosity. If I get even a whiff of a surprise coming my way I make it my mission to find out what it is. So, I may have been a little bit suspicious about the party due to some overheard telephone conversations and glimpses of Mike's email. I didn't read his email. He just left it up on the computer screen one day and I may have seen some things I wasn't supposed to see.
Anyway, I really wasn't for sure that we were headed to my birthday party until we were almost there. It was still a nice surprise to see who showed up for the party. Thanks to my hubby for loving me enough to make a big deal over me. Thanks to all my friends and neighbors who made it there. And thanks for all of the wonderful surprise gifts! I felt very blessed to be turning forty even if Rick Springfield didn't show up for my party.