The weeks holiday (which was fantastic), has led to me being away from my blog longer than I anticipated, I thought I'd get back here on Monday, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, but I've been finding it hard to adjust to going from a week of no responsibilities (such a luxury), to being back in the real world of working a thirteen hour day.
This week following our return from holiday has just whizzed by.
And recently, I've gone from having a three in one of the numbers that represents my age, to a four in the two digits.
Forty. It seems very strange to have reached this age, part of me feels like time is playing a trick on me.
I'm a little spring chicken, but our customs say I am now officially middle aged.
My sister told me that the age of sixty is now considered middle aged. It's because we're all living longer. That sounds spot on to me.
My families, (my family and Hugo's family), and my friends, made such a fuss of me. They made the day of reckoning, (which might have to be my new name for my Birthday), a really, really special day. I was dumb-struck by the generosity of the gifts, and the feelings of love and goodwill that came my way.
I was very, very touched that Hugo's boss and two of his work colleague's gave me cards and gifts. That was unexpected, very unexpected, I thought it was the nicest, most touching thing.
There was a small celebration with Hugo's family, where Hugo cooked the most amazing meal, (simple, but absolutely delicious, my favourite kind of food). My family are all hundreds of miles away so couldn't be there. My parents are in South America at the moment.
The weeks holiday we just had was partly our annual holiday (we save up for them, a little bit put aside each month), and it was also timed to coincide with the celebration of me entering my fifth decade.
We had the most wonderful time, really, really, really wonderful. I thought I'd share it with you on Monday, when I'll return to my usual blogging routine. How does that sound?
And the first two photos of this blog post show the card my seven year-old Niece Millie made for me. Very precious this card. I love the 'wish glitter' stuck on the inside. It reminds me how important it is to always make a wish on your Birthday. I'd love to know what Millie wishes for when she cuts her Birthday cake, but of course, you're never meant to reveal what your wish is, are you? I made a wish when I cut the cake Hugo made me for my Birthday.
Have a good weekend. See you Monday! Cheerio! Love Vanessa xxx