insomnomaniac

Happy 20/20th to me!

I've reached that wonderful age when people feel compelled to send you birthday cards that talk about hills and people traveling over them. Lovely.

My own father tells me to cheer up and think of it instead as my 20/20 birthday. He then sends me a card telling me that "Forty" is surrounded in the dictionary by words like "Fabulous" and "Festive" and "Fruitful" (but also "Flatulence" and "Funeral"). I feel so much better now (not).

Aw, I'm not that bummed out about it. So what if I'm firmly in the demographic at which pharmaceutical and life insurance ads are targeted. So what if the boys in the beer commercials are drinking to get up the nerve to hit on girls young enough to be my kids (if only I'd started younger). I may be forty, and statistically I may have less ahead of me than behind me on the clock, but given where I am in life--a mom (finally) to two of the most wonderful little girls on the planet--and given that this next decade will be the one in which I watch them grow and learn and become the little people they're going to be, I'd say the best is most definitely yet to come!

So here's to my 20/20 birthday, and while my eyesight may no longer match that age, the view from where I sit is pretty clear. As Tumbuk3 once said, "My future's so bright, I gotta wear shades."