39 and counting

3 a.m. 

5 years ago. I can remember this very clearly. 


I woke up in the middle of the night screaming ... "OMG, I just turned 40!!!" and I remembered Jeff being startled only to realize that I had been dreaming and telling me to go back to sleep (although it really seemed like a nightmare to me at the time).

I am 39. 


Now. 


At this precise moment of time.


I won't be in a month's time. 


But unlike 5 years ago, I am really happy where I am right now.

I ask myself, "Why?"

1. I am blessed with a loving and beautiful family.

2. My parents are still here with me and I love them to bits.

3. I have a great extended family and every one of them is important to me.

4. Lots of awesome friends whom I love very much and cherish (you know who you are!).

5. I am in awesome health, never felt better in my life.

6. I look great (when its not a bad hair day or if I am royally hung over).

7. I live all facets of my life to 100% and I still enjoy being me!

8. I am not bored.

9. I get to travel and enjoy awesome cuisines ....

10. I have hobbies.

Am I looking forward to being not-39? I don't care anymore actually for as long as I have and treasure what is closest to my heart - all of the above. 

For all it is worth, 39 had been a great year. More to look forward to ....


Until another 3a.m. 5 years from now, when I will probably wake up screaming, "OMG, I am turning 50!"

Tooth

Aidan was so cute over the weekend. On Sunday, after drinking his milk, he ran to me, clearly upset over something. "Mummy! Mummy!" and I asked what's the matter. "My tooth ..... my tooth is shaky" and he burst into tears. I told him it was natural and that he would be getting new teeth because he was growing up just like his sister. Having seen the "drama and trauma" by his older sister and cousin, he probably thinks that dropping a tooth is the most painful thing in the world. So he moped about for the rest of the day.

Tuesday night my mum in law made muffins which when first out of the oven has the most delightful smell even the hardest of dieters cannot resist. "Mummy, if I eat this, will my tooth fall out?" .... I said, "No, because it only started to be shaky on Sunday, at most, it will fall out in a week or two." "OK" and he started eating one and I brewed my cup of tea and continued chatting with him about school. So we chatted and he munched on .... After a while he was intently looking at something that he had in the palm of his hand.

"Mummy, ...........................do you think this could possibly be my tooth?"

There, in the palm of his hand, was something small, whitish and most definitely looked like a tooth.

I said, " it does look like a tooth but quick, open your mouth so I can see ..."

And true enough, a little gapping hole in between the bottom row of his front teeth.

He then asked through a mouthful of muffin, " Is there blood? a lot of it?"

I said there was but not a lot but more importantly asked, `you did not feel anything right?'

He gave me a huge smile and I think he was really relieved that it was not as horrible as he had imagined. For that I am truly thankful that the first tooth drop experience for him would be a good one and I was there to experience it with him.

19 more to go.