No, these are not my lottery numbers, but maybe they should be. September has always been a big month in our family but this year seems bigger. I don't exactly know why. I will both attempt to understand and to explain myself. Full disclosure: This post may be a complete waste of your time.
7: On the 7th of September 18 years ago, I married my best friend, my youthful peter pan of a man in a simple, sweet, outdoor ceremony on a little piece of heaven just north of Gainesville. I wore my mothers wedding dress and his father performed the ceremony. My guests sat and melted in the late afternoon sun on one of the hottest days of the year. We quenched our thirst with homebrew beer and BBQ while we cooled our feet in the river. It was a wonderful day. 18 years, honey and here is to way more than 18 more.
14: September 14th is my quirky, independent, and feisty youngest daughter's birthday. It is also my father in laws birthday. A man so kind, so wise and so stubborn that he gives you hope that our flawed human race can survive. He may get his very own blog post someday, but not today.
26: MY BIRTHDAY!!! I will be 40 this year. I am not sure I can convey how excited this makes me. 40...the big 4 0...over the hill, long in the tooth. I will finally be 40. Let me attempt to explain my excitement. I am the youngest of 8 kids, THE BABY....I am married to a man several years older than me...Being 40 means that I am no longer the baby, I am no longer too young for Larry. Or maybe I am, but at 40 I don't have to give a s*%t---right?
So, I think that's it isn't it? At 40, I don't have to give a s*%t anymore. I don't have to worry what anyone thinks of me. Right? RIGHT?
Except, I will, and I do, and to some extent I always will. But maybe, just maybe being 40 will give me the guts to just not care so much.