C'est Le Weekend: Four Oh [dear]

So this is 40 years of age.
The husband had gone to so much trouble to set up a breakfast for me - with bunting, flowers, and small gifts.
I didn't expect anything, to be quite honest.
It was lovely!

It hit me last night that most of my nice 'firsts' are over.
No more first steps (unless I get a stroke and survive!) or (hopefully the only) first time you get married.

The 'firsts' now are sometimes nasty things too:  This is my first birthday with my dad gone.
His still being with us, would have been my best present.
Ever.

Life is bittersweet.

I'm taking the boys out for a piece of cake somewhere - basically so I can watch them eat it, as cake for me is a no-no.

Hey ho, here we go.


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