I am forty years old. I don’t remember much about my parents turning forty except my dad giving my mom a bouquet that had a black balloon in it. Little did their generation know that my generation would have none of that! No “Over the Kill” crap for us. Please, we’re still having kids in my generation. So here I am: FORTY. And mostly, I feel great. My life isn’t perfect, but it’s more than I ever dreamed it would be. I am married to an amazing man who loves me more than anyone ever could, who loves to spend time with me over any friends, who has given me four wonderful boys and is open to more, who prays with me, goes to church, and is always trying to find ways to make me smile. That alone is reason to be happy, but I have even more reasons to love my life. Especially in the four smiles I see daily. Each child freely tells me how much they love me! I have smart, opinionated, handsome boys who bring me so much happiness. I have great parents who love me dearly, and mostly, keep their opinions to themselves about my choices in life. I have a wonderful brother who always listens when I need it. And I have several really good friends. Next week we are taking a trip with our best friends to celebrate this milestone for three out of four of us. Life doesn’t get much better than this. I hope I always remember and appreciate all I have.