My 40th birthday was in August,
but I didn't get ready to celebrate with my friends until last night.
15 girls or women if you want
came to my house to celebrate with me.
To feed them, I made 12 litres of thick home made chicken soup,
with lots of vegetables in, and made rolls and foccacia to dip in it.
Outside the wind was blowing rouhgly, but inside there was warmth
in the candles, the fire, the hearts and the soup.
The table was stretched to its longest and extended, and I had to borrow chairs,
and we sat close, with no room to spare between us.
I had planned this, and picked out the ones that means a lot to me,
but when they came in to my home, one by one,
I was overwhelmed by the fact that I had so many girls I could invite to a birthday!
I've was never really a part of a gang when I grew up,
but had always one or two best friends,
and of course some others I played with.
Now when I sat there with all these girls that mean so much to me
and they told me what I mean to them
I felt so happy, and so rich!
I'm not the typical makeup girl, that gets of on diamonds and things like that.
To get my attention on a "diamond-level"
I love my nerdy things for exampel.
And since they know me,
there was no card worth half a days spa or beautytreatment
(like the one you see in many female 40 th birthdayparties)
but among others these splendid items:
An mp3player for the entertainment of it
and a rack for my camera.
So with a warmed heart and some new toys to attend to
I've been walking around smiling today.