44.
Today.
40 friggin' 4.
Nice number as numbers go. Double fours. Even number. Square. Four.
Good.
And the whole forty thing doesn't really bother me so much. Anymore. Turning 40 did. Turning 40 was like some death knell. And then I realized when I woke up on my 40th birthday that when I looked in the mirror I looked exactly like a 39 year old.
So, yeah. 44. Actually, I sorta wear it as a badge of courage or war ribbon. I exercise ruthlessly, I take care of myself and I indulge (perhaps ruthlessly, as well). My life is rich and full.
In fact, I'm not really sure I could ask for a better life.
Signed,
Narcissus Sutton
4 comments:
Oh my gosh I have yet to call an wish you happy b-day and now it is 9:55. If you think it is bad to be 44 try being a mother of a 44 year old how do think that makes me feel!!! Any way hope it was indeed happy. Have fun a Pod.
All my love.
Your forgetful Mom
Happy birthday - and now happy new year. I'm sure I missed my chance, but tell Colby hello from us. You, truly, look fabulous - we should all be so lucky.
god i love you! seriously. i knew you at 20 and you are, more beautiful at 40+.
may we all be so lucky.
blah. blah. blah. no embarassment meant
happy belated.
Ah shucks and all....
xxoo to everyone!!
k.
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