40

I turn 40 in a few hours. A couple of years ago the number never really meant anthing to me, it was just a number. Then I realized that my father was 40 when I was born.

I don't know how he and my mom did it, taking on another child when the first 2 were already 13 and 11 years older then me. In some ways I look to my brother and sister as aunt and uncle; there were a few years in Andover when I felt like an only child. But I digress.

So now what does 40 mean to me? What about me has changed? I'm not sure I'm prepared to answer those questions yet.

Ask me tomorrow.