I turned 40 earlier this month. It’s a birthday I was looking forward to, if only because I’ve witnessed how this fifth decade of life has been good to Rob and his growth as person, and I’ve been looking forward to experiencing a little of that myself. Truth be told, I don’t feel any different than I did three weeks ago, which is really just a way of saying that despite what my birth certificate says, my head is still convinced that I might only be 25.
Even though my birthday falls just 10 days after Christmas, my friends and family happily donned their party planning hats, and I literally spend a week celebrating my milestone birthday with some of my favourite people. From a home cooked dinner with cake and presents on the actual day, to a dinner out with a few of my favourite food-writing friends the next night, the early part of the week was feted in sweet yet simple ways. It was the weekend following my birthday that Rob, who knew I didn’t want a big party, got a little more creative by planning not one or two, but THREE different gatherings with varying groups of people.