There are certain milestone birthdays you look forward to. The first hint of shedding your childhood when you reach your sweet 16. The thrill of reaching adulthood at 18. Your 21st birthday when you can finally buy alcohol legally.
And then there is the big 4-0. Somehow, reaching your fortieth birthday is monumental. Forty sounds so grown up, so official, so... old.
At forty, you aren't waiting to finish your life stages any more. You have reached all the "firsts" in your life: graduating from school, finding your first real job, meeting and marrying your one true love, buying your first home, having your first child. You aren't transitioning from one period in your life to the next. The awkward teenage years are over. The lonely twenties when you are trying to find yourself have passed. And you are finally done with your thirties, when you have been crazy busy trying to build a life for yourself and your family.
Nope, forty kind of hits you in the face and reminds you that you are officially smack dab in the middle of your life.
So I'd like to take a moment today, on my day of birth, to reflect upon the last three decades and all the trials and tribulations that have come with them...
... I am thankful for who I am right now.