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  1. diahannreyes
    September 22, 2014 @ 4:13 pm

    Happy 40th. I love your perspective about getting older… and awesomely, it really does get even better. Cheers to your full, satisfying life and the people you’ve created.

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  2. Kerry C.
    September 22, 2014 @ 4:41 pm

    Happy Birthday Carrie! As always, loved your post 😉

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  3. Mike Rock
    September 22, 2014 @ 7:12 pm

    Good one, CC. I wonder what the male-who-just-turned-40 blog post would look like.

    Mike

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  4. mariekeates
    September 23, 2014 @ 4:58 am

    I worried about forty. Thought it was the end of youth. Fifty was the year I worried about being fat and fifty but I did something about that and got to be skinny and fifty instead. Now, approaching fifty five, I figure you’re as old as you think you are and, for me, that’s about twenty, give or take. Well, until I look in the mirror anyway.

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  5. candidkay
    September 23, 2014 @ 2:51 pm

    Tears in my eyes at this: I choose the cupcake over the abs. I choose this.

    Besides, me and my no-pack abs made people. Almost forty-five pounds of people – actually, forty-four point three five pounds, if you want to be exact about it.

    I made a boy who has the same long, skinny feet as me. And he runs like the wind.

    I made four brothers and one sister. I made a group of children who are fresh and naughty and funny and alive. And whenever I feel restless or nervous or overtired, I remind myself that I am the mommy.

    Beautiful. That’s quite a manifesto . ..

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  6. Caredfield@gmail.com
    September 23, 2014 @ 4:58 pm

    Carrie,
    I have started so many replies to you since Lisa gave me your blog. I never seem to finish them even though you so eloquently say what I think and feel. I have 50 looming in the distance and I am wondering just how it will feel….40 was overshadowed by my divorce. I did not ask for that just like I did not plan to be a single mom with a son “on the spectrum” but in the end I have learned that I would want it absolutely no other way. I can’t imagine how boring life would be without Trey and his take on the world. He sees the world just like we should all see it and he loves his mom! He ran a good mile and a half with me as I struggled to finish ironman lake placid this year and when he had to cross the street to see me finish I could hear him say…you have to let me cross…that is my mom. I smiled as I cried and I thought….that is my son and his sister Maggie and they are just as proud of me as I am of them and together we can handle anything. I think 50 will be ok…especially since trey is always telling me exactly how old I will be when he graduates from college….I am a pretty fabulous 50 and I am Maggie’s and Trey’s and the good lord willing I will still be holding down that coveted position when I am 100!

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  7. Cate Pane: The Clear Parent
    September 26, 2014 @ 1:32 pm

    Happy Belated Birthday! Great post!!!

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