40

I remember when my Dad turned forty. He had the coolest shirt, so I thought. I was about 12 or 13. The coolest part to me, of course, was I wasn't THAT old. :)

But... now.....

Lordy, Lordy,

Cindy's

40!

At least I am old enough to be turning gray. :) And young enough to garden, hike, swim, and learn something new. I have found much joy this year, and this has not changed a thing about that for me. Except, that there is even more joy in the fact that Ruth insists I have to have birthday cake today, even though my party is tomorrow. :) Her philosophy, we get two cakes. :)