So we are officially 40. I say ‘we’ because you may not be aware that my husband and I share our birthday. Yeah I know, isn’t that unusual? It is. Although having spent the first 21 years of my life sharing my birthday with my dad, I was greatly surprised by yet another person entitled to slices of cake.
I actually liked sharing my birthday this year. After about 3 years of fluctuating midlife crises I think I’ve finally accepted that 40 will be ok. And sharing that special event with my husband couldn’t be much better really. Plus we were very grown up and talked about it properly this time giving the kids lots to do – I baked the cake with them (it was awful) and he made breakfast with them (which was lovely).
We also had a party. This was a child free, friends party with lots of cocktails. Which also means we get to celebrate with family in due course. I do like a drawn out celebration.
We haven’t had a house party in years. I won’t bore you with details but it made us both very happy. Very old friends travelled to see us. They know who they are – I won’t go on but I did cry.
My singing friends even sang with me, giving up their time and being brave enough to face a crowd of drunken revellers. We had juggling, blindfold origami, magic, a self penned comic song and everyone (well almost everyone) learned a song acapella, led by my brilliant singing teacher and friend. One of my friends even learned to play Waterloo on the recorder although she only displayed this to private audiences. The chiminea got a bit hot and there was pina colada on tap. Not bad really.
So this post is to say thank you to my friends – for celebrating with us. We are extremely lucky to have you in our lives.
Now back to planning a lovely celebratory lunch with family. I rather like this 40th birthday thing. Even if I do have to share it.