It all started July 31, 1974 on a sweltering Utah summer day. I was born two weeks late saving myself in the nick of time from a life named Augusta.
After forty years, here I am now.
I took this photo, with absolutely no cosmetics on my face, no product in my hair, not realizing how badly my eyebrows need to be groomed and trying really hard not to smile.
Why, you might ask, would a forty year old woman do such a thing. Well, because that face is a blessing and I wanted to show it off.
The "parenthesis" (wrinkles on the sides of my mouth) and the crows feet are from years of happy moments. I smile with my eyes and when I laugh, I do it all the way... no little snickers or polite giggles, I'm a loud laughter sort of a girl.
You see those lines across my forehead? Of course you do, they are quite deep these days. They were made over years of raising my eyebrows. I raise them a lot. When I am skeptical, when I am proven right, when I am surprised, when I am thinking of a great or mischevious idea.
You know what I most love about these wrinkles... they're aren't any angry ones.
These hands definitely don't look as young as they once did. How could they?
Changed approximately 12,000 diapers.
Cooked approximately 6,500 dinners.
Folded approximately 3,300 loads of laundry.
Typed more than 1,500 blog posts.
Made approximately 1,800 crafty projects.
My tummy has badges of honor too. Yep, it's my birthday and I'm showing it off!
When I was pregnant with Ethan, I didn't own a full-length mirror. Can you imagine my shock when, after his delivery and I could finally see past my tummy's "equator line", I realized for the first time the whole underside was covered in stretch marks? By the time Jack was born, those stretch marks had extended way up north past my belly button... a little further and they may have reached the Grand Tetons.
When Jack was little and the mark was still a bit pink, he asked me what it was. I told him it was his only birth mark, but he gave it to me.
So, here's to another forty years filled with every happy minute, excellent memory and worthwhile sacrifice I can squeeze into them.