On Sunday, in the quiet hours of the morning, I officially turned 40.

Over the last 48 hours, I’ve whispered to myself “You’re 40!”  multiple times.  I’ve thought about my mom and what she was doing when she turned 40.  I’ve asked my dad what it feels like to have a 40-year-old kid, and I’ve looked at my husband and proclaimed, “I’m 40!” more than once.