Forty. Yes, I'm really 40.

I had a lovely 40th birthday. It's weird that I'm really 40. I don't feel 40. That's a good thing, but I REALLY don't feel 40. I feel about 20. Every year gets better for me. I'm happier every day. I'm luckier every day. I have friends and family who are way too good to me. I have the best kids. I have a good job. Life is really grand (knock on wood, right!).

I had a fabulous party. Dennis organized it all. He set up a dinner in the Wine Room at Jake's Grill. We had two nights at the Heathman Hotel in downtown Portland. A suite. The boys came for one of the nights. He is a thoughtful husband. As I said before, I am lucky. He was very modest about it all.

I only celebrated with a few friends and family. I didn't want a big celebration. I get too overwhelmed. (I can visit with each of my friends in time - it's nicer for me one-on-one.) My family was there: the boys and Dennis, my mom, dad (with me in the fifth picture from the bottom - it was really special he was able to come), and Caver's family. Lisa's family (third from last pic) was there. Sandy (bottom pic, with my mom) and Yvette (second to last picture with Lisa) also came. That was it.


Thank you everyone who sent birthday wishes. It felt so good to be appreciated.

Catching Up! First up: Finn's 7th Birthday.

Finn & his Star Wars cake.

Whew. I have been a bad blogger lately. I typically enjoy it, but haven't felt like blogging lately. I figured, why force it? It's not something I HAVE to do. I definitely like the idea that it's a diary of sorts...especially like that my kids may have something to look back at. Instant memories (even when you don't remember!!). ; )

Finn turned seven years old on September 25th (yes, two months ago!!). He's Mr. Social Butterfly, and wanted to invite all his buddies to his party. We invited about 14 six-seven year old boys to our house, for a traditional birthday party with games, snacks and cake. Dennis thought I was crazy. I knew that's what Finn wanted - nothing fancy, no going to lazer tag or jumpy houses, or pizza...he just wanted a regular 'ol party. About 12 friends/cousins came to the party.

We had a pinata and played a version of musical chairs, pin the tail on the donkey, and telephone.

The boys were great (crazy, but great!!) and had such a fun time. Happy birthday, baby. I can't believe my littlest boy is seven. It's wonderful - because I love the little person he's become, but it makes me sad - because I miss the little boy he was. It really does get better every day, though!! Love you, Finn.