Friday was my birthday. I’m officially 40. And I’m totally okay with it. It snowed on my birthday. Which was amazing. The girls had school. It was the Valentine Bake sale that I’ve organized for years. The day was filled with love. I took a mediative walk in the snow through the woods at school. I received lots of messages and phone calls of birthday wishes. My four girls showered me with love. I was served coffee in a “free range” mug. And I thought, yeah I’ll keep living free range. I bought myself flashy yoga pants to rock out. Just because I can. My husband went to his first official yoga with me, and baby girl came too. We celebrated my 40 days of yoga till I turned 40. Friends met us for a beer afterwards at our local dive pub. I wore my flashy yoga pants, ate from a food truck and nursed my baby sitting on a sofa in a bar. Because what the hell? I’m 40 and why not? It’s a good life.