This past Thursday my son-in-law had one of those milestone birthdays. He turned the big four O. (Ah, I wish I shared his milestone but that ship has sailed.) Anyway, my daughter pulled out all the stops and took on the task of planning a surprise party for him. He knew the two of them were going out with a couple of their friends. What he didn't expect was that another 25 of their friends were at the restaurant, hiding behind the bar all poised to shout, "Surprise" when he walked in. He was truly surprised which made the evening even sweeter. And, as they say, a good time was had by all.
Today we celebrated with cake and ice cream at my daughter and son-in-laws house, a perfect ending to all the birthday festivities. Cake and pie and ice cream were delish and two of the three children played while the grown-ups yacked. Ian was so exhausted from having a sleep-over at Papa John's where bed time for the twins ended up being a little before midnight. Come to think of it, Papa looked pretty exhausted, too.
The poem below I wrote for my son-in-law. I try to compose one every year and I usually stick it in with his card:
Will's Turning 40, Yay!
by Patty Lynn
You may be turning 40,
But you're not halfway home.
You've got a lot of life to live,
So there's no need to groan.
The future's bright and with it brings
More memories and adventures,
Like watching your two boys grow up
Until you get your dentures.
There're concerts with your besties
And TV soccer, too.
There's drinks with friends &
when that ends,
Those friends will all be new.
For you'll forget just where you parked,
Walk in a room and say,
"I know I came in here to get...
What was it anyway?"
But you've got many, many years
Before you'll see your failings.
Denial is your greatest friend
And speaking of your ailings...
You'll find that when you sit and rest
All comfy and all cozy,
It won't take long until you find
You'll feel a little dozy...
And pretty soon you'll start to snore.
Your better half will wake you.
You'll get up just to get something
And find your bod forsakes you...
Because each joint will ache, you'll see.
Your body will complain.
You'll notice that it gets much worse
If we're expecting rain.
Forgive me if I spread the wealth
The aging game is FUN!
Just ask someone who's old, you'll see.
It's loved by everyone!
I guess that 40's what is called
A milestone, a marker.
You aren't young, you aren't old,
I know I've made it darker...
Than what it is, because, you see,
We who are older still,
Are envious and wish that we
Were 40 like you, Will.
All jokes aside, we wish the best
On this your marker birthday.
We'll celebrate, our voices raise,
Commemorate this Thursday...
November 14th, of the year
Two thousand and thirteen,
Until you're 41, next year,
And we again convene.