Friday night marked what I believe is the first of many “40th” celebrations to come. This is the year that myself and quite a few of my friends are turning 40. Not that I mind, as I still only feel like I am 20.
My girlfriend, who won’t be 40 until August, married her high school crush. Of course as the usual story goes, they didn’t start dating until after high school, but they have been together for well, a few more years than Hubby and I and we have been together for almost 16 years!! It was her husband’s 40th yesterday.
They actually live in the Cayman Islands (I know, I know..) but were in London visiting his Mom so they decided to come up to the homefront to celebrate his 40th with a few close friends and family. The truth is that his wife and I are very close friends, but he put up with us tagging along so his wife and I could see each other and our kids could have a couple of hours together until the next visit.
If they were even thinking of coming back to Ottawa, coming here on the coldest day of the winter so far (-34C/-29F with the wind chill) will certainly keep them Island bound for a while.
As our children were playing together, our two Hubby’s were reminiscing about how small a world it really is as they actually grew up together when they were quite small. Only going their separate ways when they got a bit older and houses were moved and what not. It really is a small world when you think about it.
Their youngest who turned 2 just before Christmas was starting to get a bit cranky. One of their other friends, being an awesome Dad himself, pulled out a firetruck that he had brought as a gift. Whatever crankiness that was starting was quickly forgotten and it was all firetruck for the next half an hour or so.
It was truly a wonderful night. He and his friends have all been hanging out since before high school as well, so seeing some of the old gang is really quite fun. And sitting there looking at them with all their kids is even funnier. Then I turn and look at my own little girl, who refused to take her coat off, playing with a toy at the table and realized they probably all think the same of me.
I am not sure when exactly I grew up, but my children are surely a reminder to me that I have. No, I am not 20 anymore, but it sure feels like I am.
“I will sing, sing a new song. How long to sing this song?” Bono
