So I hit 40 and unlike my mum I celebrated being 40 because I am more comfortable in myself than ever before. I have a loving family, a Hubby who adores me as much as I him and a daughter who has an inner strength to behold and does me more than proud every single day.
I bought a posh dress, I returned that dress to the shop as Hubby told me another suited me more. I guess it is unusual for a Hubby to have such fashion sense - mind you, he needs to because without his help I would live in black and dark colours.
I arranged for Beautiful B and I to have our hair done - after all, its not every day I hit a milestone. Then I spent 10 minutes moving the curled bits at the sides of my face up and down in front of Hubby going "Up or down, up or down, up or down."
The DJ arrived, Angel carried the cake in and I thought it was the best cake ever. Angel and Beautiful B arranged for a novelty cake to describe me to a T and that is exactly what it did. The buffet was arranged and I had a vodka to calm my nerves - after all, people may not come.
Except they did, and I worried I couldn't get round them all and they had all come to see me. Angel told me to relax and enjoy it - the vodkas situated around the room bought for me helped; after all it would have been rude not to drink them all.
The buffet arrived and it took me 20 minutes to realise it had arrived; Hubby spent the evening with my purse to make sure everyone was paid because the vodka started taking effect and I was busy flitting around like a butterfly.
I was truly spoiled with the presents and very humbled by the amounts some people gave me. It has enabled me to buy a new camera which has been broken in during the hen weekend and bought just in time for that, the wedding and the honeymoon.
But none of that mattered; what mattered was that my nearest and dearest and much loved friends took the time to come and celebrate with me. I was humbled at the number of people who cared enough to come. Cards and presents didn't matter, copious amounts of alcohol and food didn't matter. What mattered was the time I spent talking to everyone, some of whom I had not seen in months or missed working with terribly.
Hubby even smiled for photographs; all great practice for the wedding photographs and I have some wonderful photos to frame and will cherish the memories and photographs for a long time.