When I hit my 20th I was a student, single, broke, no idea what I wanted to do and defined my teenage years as a disaster cause of the lack of boyfriends. When I hit my 30th I was single, living back at home, having spent a fairly uneventful decade in Dublin...not exactly disastrous but still not many boyfriends (I was far too obsessed with boyfriends or lack thereof, especially on my birthdays).
Now I'm 40 and in the last decade all my dreams came true. I got everything I ever wanted but assumed I'd never have. It's hard to believe that I have 4 precious people in my life that weren't there 10 years ago. How lucky am I that I get to spend my 40th with a new baby and two lively three and a half year olds, and I get to spend the next decade being part of their childhoods, watching them all grow up. And I finally have a boyfriend turned husband...who was worth the long wait.
So age is just a number and this birthday the only thing I'm counting... is my blessings :)




