My FORTIETH birthday!

That's right. I turned forty last month. I can't believe it. Mentally I'm sure I'm still only 29. When Maryn gets up more than once and continues to do so for two or more nights in a row, or I have to stay up with a patient in labor, I am forced to admit my body is forty. Taking call ain't like it used to be. And I'm absolutely certain I can't handle another kiddo. Bodily or mentally.

Steve and I threw a garden party for me for my 40th. My good friend Alice catered and her Huevos Rancheros were to die for. My niece Amy was the party organizer and took a lot of headaches from us. And we made a brilliant decision in hiring Simon Crown as a singer/entertainer. He was wonderful and sang for 4 hours straight. I was honored to have about 40 friends and their children come to our party. It was a lovely time.

A friend and neighbor gave a lovely bottle of sangria:

Simon Crown, entertainer extraordinaire:

My cake, by My Goodness Cakes!

Maryn fell asleep right after cake:

A favorite friend, Diana:

Lorrie, Andrei, and Jena - my dear friends:My favorite girls (besides Lor!):

Mama and Deb:Joy and me!