The year of "40" has officially begun. As I awoke on Thursday morning I am not sure what I expected but somehow I thought I would feel different. Not really older just different; perhaps wiser and enlightened. I struggled with myself hoping for that one thing that would set this birthday apart from others.
In my pondering I realized how much our celebrations evolve in our lifetime, as children it is about the gifts and the cake (okay it is still about the cake). Party favors and games consume the day while balloons and cheers fill the air. As I looked around the table at my family I felt a moment of emotion wash over me; this is what the day was about. The journey to 40 has been filled with amazing and wonderful days, moments and milestones. I am anxious to see what the next 40 years hold.
In my search for that moment of meaning I formulated an idea. A wish jar, just for me. 40 wee hearts will each hold one wish some small and some that are mighty. As I each wish is completed it will find itself nestled within the confines of its mates housed in lovely jar. I promise to keep you posted as my wishes come true. Now I must be off to fill my 40 hearts with 40 wishes.
