40 is the new 30

my favorite husband turned 40 this past monday.  we celebrated this momentous occasion at an intimate dinner with a few close friends.  edward was roasted a bit, as our friends shared some funny and embarassing stories about him.  

my favorite story was the one about how edward forced a very pregnant me to sit on blankets thrown over his precious sofa because he was worried my water might break while i was sitting on it.  and of course, my water did break while i was sitting on the sofa -- and all i could think about was how to get to the bathroom without getting the sofa dirty!!  to his credit, he didn't check for stains until after we got back from the hospital with baby ally.  haha.  funny guy, that edward.

the weird thing is, 40 really is the new 30.  when i was in my early 20's, i dated a 40 year old guy.  i thought he was pretty old.  but when i look at my current 40 year old guy, i think he's pretty young.  not as young as all the random strangers who meet him seem to think though.  my hairdresser met him and went on and on about how young he looks, especially compared to me (thanks a lot mrs. hairdresser).  his fantasia buddies were all surprised to find out he is a father, and then were shocked that he is 40.  of course, he does work hard to keep his girlish figure -- swimming 3x a week and drinking only 1 pearl milk tea a day (versus the 2 he used to inhale).

happy birthday mr. yim!  love, your thirtysomething wife, ellen.