Sunday birthdays are fun because you have to do stuff on Saturday too. We took the kids out to Strap Tank restaurant that I really like but only Sarah had been. We tried to talk James into going there for his birthday last year but he chose Popeye's at the last minute and then didn't like it. Well now he knows what he missed. I ordered ribs because they are my favorite.
But this year was my 40th birthday so I decided to open the circle of celebration a bit more. It all started with the idea of making four birthday cakes, one for each decade of my life. Then that evolved to recreating birthday cakes from my past. I scoured my photos to find cakes representational of ages and favorite cakes. I came against two obstacles: 1- There aren't many birthday cake photos. Third, 8th, 12th, 13th, 20th. Not a lot of material to work with. I think there are home videos on VHS tapes somewhere but no photos. 2- I chose German chocolate cake half the time.
But these are the 4 I came up with. They are representational of my favorites and a pretty good spread of my ages.


I also had to recreate the photo from my third birthday.
We made a pretty good dent in all the cakes but I made everyone take a plateful home. I have cake in my freezer to drag out the fun for a little longer.
Here are a few things I've been mulling over as I approached this momentous occasion.
-It is an honor to get older. A good friend from childhood died a few years ago from cancer. All she wanted was to live a few more years so her youngest child would have memories of her. She would have liked to turn 40.
-When I turned 30 I wondered what your thirties are all about. I made all the big life changing decisions and completed my life goals in my twenties. What are the thirties about? I know now. My kids' teeth. Losing teeth, finding teeth, watching teeth grow in, brushing teeth, cavities, orthodontist appointments, paying for teeth. And it may be what my forties are about too.
-I asked Justin last night if I was now old enough to go on a Viking River Cruise.
-I don't care how cute the shoes are if they hurt my feet.
-Forty isn't that old. Henry tries telling me I'm old and getting older. "We're aging at the same rate," I tell him. We are all marching toward elderliness to the same beat.
-I don't know what generation I'm in. I relate to Gen-X movies and music and all that since I grew up with Gen-x siblings. Technically I'm a millennial but I look at kiddies born in 1994 and don't relate to them at all. I can't name a single Rihanna song and I have no idea what Instagram is about.
-Speaking of things that make me an outlier, I don't like Taylor Swift. There I said it. I get really tired of her after like two songs. I cannot relate to her lyrics at all. I find them petty and fickle. After I listen to one of her songs I feel like she still has no idea what love is.
-When James was born in 2016 I remember saying when I'm forty he'll be in first grade and I won't have kids at home during the day. Welp, here we are.
-I still feel in the middle of junior and women's styles.
-I kind of feel like I'm finally getting to the age of my personality.
-If I have one regret of the last 40 years it would be not taking time off from college to travel. Why was I in such a rush to graduate?
-I have a hard time living in the present. I'm either looking forward to the future, the next event, the next holiday. Always planning or preparing. Or I'm reading, studying, watching things about the past. And shopping for old stuff. Always looking forward and back. It's today I have no idea what to do with.
Here's my birthday interview. (Can you interview yourself?)
Color: navy blue and dark green. Pretty much all the blues and greens.











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1 comment:
Ah, I love this post. Happy Birthday, friend! You are a cake-making wonder. Welcome to 40!
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