The Big 4-0
I am officially 40 years old. Wow, it seems so strange to say that. I am writing this in a beautiful hotel room, part of a weekend of gifts from my amazing husband. It is odd being away from him and Little Man, but the space and solitude feel lovely. We will spend time together as a family and my wonderful parents will baby-sit so that Husband and I can have our first date since Little Man was born. I've found myself checking in often in the hope Little Man is sleeping and eating ok, and I certainly have found myself missing both of my guys. However, the ability to walk around and enjoy a good meal when I feel like it, have a drink while reading a book, and sleep without interruption feels luxurious. If this is 40, it ain't a bad way to start. I've never really been hung up on age before, but this year hits quite differently. I know a big part of that is having Little Man here now. Last year and the year before I wrote about my birthday in slightly hopeful but dejected ter...