I have been a bit ambiguous about my actual age on the blog because I have been living in denial about how fast I was approaching forty. I don’t know how it happened, but now it’s officially here. It seems like just yesterday I was celebrating my 21st birthday. It’s amazing to me how slow the first 21 years go. . .and then you blink. It seems shocking to me that I’m now this age but I’m taking comfort in knowing that I’m in a better place than I was in my twenties. I am a better mother, in a secure relationship, we own a house, and now live in a fun new state. Things are pretty good, if I do say so myself.
I’m trying not think, “Ugh. I’m old” and stop counting the grey hairs and crow’s-feet. Hair dye is a fabulous investment and between you and me, I don’t look nearly as old as some of my old high school classmates do. I don’t feel as old either. When I was twenty I couldn’t even begin to imagine being forty. It seemed so far off and so old! But you know what? I still have fun, go to concerts, listen to the same music I did then, and don’t feel as old as I thought forty was then.
For my birthday, aside from Red Sox vs. Rockies tickets for September (I’m a big Red Sox fan), my husband booked the family a three-day trip to Glenwood Springs, CO. We had a great time enjoying the scenery of the Colorado River, the mountains, exploring some caves, and riding some rides at the Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park. No fuddy-duddy fortieth birthday for me.
My husband and thirteen year old went fishing on The Colorado and then we went for a walk along the trail. We saw a bunch of birds from tiny humming birds to huge falcons.
On my birthday we went up the mountain in a gondola tram to Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park
The view from the tram was nothing short of breathtaking
Once we got to the park at the top of the mountain we rode the alpine slides, rollercoaster, and almost rode the zip line.
But the coolest part of the park was the cave. I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.
Have you ever heard of cave bacon?
The King’s Room reminded me of a bunch of chess pieces.
So far the first six days of my fortieth year haven’t been so bad. I’m not so sure that I will say the same thing at fifty. Ha!