My Prince Charming turned forty last week. Wow, when did he get so old. The fact that he has reached this milestone age doesn't seem to phase him, for which I am glad, I do not need a forty year having one of those midlife crisis' before he is even midlife yet. Is forty midlife yet? I can never tell these days.
I'm freaking out a little bit. If he is forty then it is a few short years until I'm forty and I'm still trying to get used to being in my thirties. Half the time I can't remember if I am 37 or still 36 turning 37. Sometimes I have to think of what year it is before I remember yes, I am already 37 and I am turning 38. Hey, when did that happen?
I think that if I wasn't content with what I have accomplished in my life up to this point then I might be a bit more panicked about my age, but looking back I am happy with who I am and what I have done with my life. There are a few things that I hoped I could have done better. If I am really silly and compare myself to someone else I could feel inadequate in how much wealth or material possessions I have acquired. I have learned that those things are not important or worth stressing over. I have a beautiful family, a wonderful husband, a comfortable home and I know who I am, that is a recipe for happiness and contentment.
I am proud of my husband for all that he has accomplished in and out of our home. I am grateful that his priorities are straight. He works hard for his family and reaches for his dreams but he puts us first and makes us a part of his every day plans. We have lots of fun and enjoy many great adventures together that help is grow better with age. Beside, I love the traces of grey highlighting the edges of his hairline. Forty looks good.
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