She (weeping): …and I’m gonna be FORTY! (sobs)
He: When?
(beat)
She: Someday!
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I loved that movie. I’ve often quoted the scene above. When Harry Met Sally is a romantic comedy, but now that forty is so close, it feels like a horror film.
However. As I get older my peers are also getting older, and they continuously redefine what certain ages mean to me. When the film came out so long ago, forty was really far away. Forty was my mom’s age. Forty was Grown Up. (Which is funny because my mother tells me she still doesn’t think of herself as a grownup.)
But now I meet forty-year-old women who look like they’re under 30. Well, to me. I have friends who had their first children at 40 or older! Forty is just getting started. Forty is being okay with yourself, or too tired to care.
But forty is still two years away. Today, I’m still only 38. To all you youngun’s, you can suck it. To you forty-whatever’s, I hope I look like you when I get there.
*We’ll be in Disneyland to take advantage of the free admission on your birthday. With Brady still under 3, that means our family gets in for half price. No matter the size of the effort my husband decides to put in to celebrating my birthday, he is not likely to forget that it’s here. Which of course means I expect a big effort. And yes, I told him so.
Suck it, forty.
Happy birthday! Have a great day and let us know if the husband comes through. 😉
Ugh, I loved that movie too but now I realize that I am that age…
I see people my age and think how old they look; but I do agree that you (and I?) do not look a day over 28.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday, your still a kid.
Have a great day anyway. Love you
Nana & Grandpa.
Nice Born to Blog shirt! 😉
You do not look like you’re nearing 40 and I say that not only because I am right behind you in age but because it is TRUE. I hope you have a most excellent birthday!
Harry: In eight years.
Sally: But it’s there. It’s just sitting there, like some big dead end. And it’s not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73.
Harry: Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up.
Happy, Happy Birthday!
I feel your pain.
Happy birthday, Kim!
Suck it, nothing! I just turned 41. Life is good. Let us know how your husband pulled out all the stops for you. Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday! I am 43 and it ain’t so bad… freeing really… I give myself permission to no longer have that 18 year old body and to do what I want w/o worrying what others think… it’s all good!
Happy Birthday Kim!!
Thank you for all the good thoughts, everyone. I love hearing from you. Great comments!
Hey lady. I’m a young gun and still love ya bunches.
Hey, what about those of us OLDER than you, but not quite 40???!!! Hope you had a great one at Disney! I hate turning 25 because I did not think I was where I should be. I was proud of 30 – seemed to have it together bucept the hubby and kids, but I was taking home, financial and employment success instead. It was good and I had at 13 hour b-day party that year! Still not sure what I will think about 40. Probably won’t know until I get there. I do, however, vividly remember my dad’s 40th bday party….hum.
Love, Suz