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I never thought I'd be the one to say this, because in years past I've always made a big deal out of my birthday.  I've even gone so far as to remind people that it's my birthday in X number of days or catalogued what I'd like for my birthday.

Tomorrow, I'm officially turning forty and, quite honestly, I haven't been thinking much about it.  Not counting the days, not reminding everyone, not deciding what I want for my birthday.  None of it.  I don't know if that means I'm growing up or that there's something seriously wrong with me.  My husband wants to make and decorate a cake for me.  

Thoughts…anyone?

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