If you don’t recognize my handwriting it’s because I’m not Carole, I’m actually her husband, Dale. Carole is taking the day off from blogging because it’s her birthday. She tells me that other bloggers have had guest bloggers filling in on their special day, so here I am.
If you read “Carole Knits” regularly you’ll know that she’s been dreading this birthday for a while! I guess it hits different people different ways and at different ages. I felt “it” at my 30th, but no other. For some people it’s turning 20 or 25 but I hear that more folks feel something weird about turning 40 or 50. The big four-oh and the big five-oh. I’ve always wondered why. Is it because each zero represents another decade? Is it the recognition that 40+40=80? Is it that 50 equals half a century? Or is it all in our heads, egged on by spin doctors selling birthday cards and the usual pathetic jokes about going over the proverbial hill?
Whatever the case, I can tell you Carole is surviving the ordeal just fine. She looks as good today as she did yesterday! The hurricane that she predicted to arrive during her birthday bash never materialized; it was blue skies and clear sailing all the way. I hope that’s an indicator of the forecast for her 41st year.
There’s nothing like a flood of emails wishing you a happy birthday to chase the blues away, so I would like to have all of you who might be reading this please join me in wishing Carole a very happy 40th birthday!
And one last thought on age for you, Carole. Every day of those 40 years has made you who you are and I would hope you wouldn’t trade a single day back ’cause you’re pretty special just the way you are!
Happy Birthday, Honey.