This month I turn another page in my life's book...another chapter, perhaps...when I hit 40. I'm trying to feel positive about it since I've been told by my sister-in-law who turned 40 two years ago that 40 is the new 30. Well, regardless, I can't stop it, so I might as well be brave and embrace it and move on. Just where does time go, anyway? Anyway, my family on the in-law side celebrated my birthday this past weekend (along with a few others in the family who have birthdays around this time of year), but, bless their hearts, they made it extra special for me. Many, many loving hugs and heaps of thanks to them. I had previously told my husband that if I found one of those gravestone cakes with my name on it at the party I'd refuse to acknowledge it and would undoubtedly cry uncontrollably...to which he responded, "I've already taken care of that." Isn't he wonderful? Anyway, when I arrived at the gathering, the cake pictured above was on the counter. How delightful! How thoughtful! How could I have doubted my dear sisters-in-law that they'd give me a gravestone cake? A friend of one of my sisters-in-law made it (sorry, I haven't a name or I'd give the proper credit here). I hesitated when the time came to cut it since it was so pretty, but when else does one have the opportunity to sip her cake? Mmmmmm, perhaps turning 40 isn't so bad after all.
