Over the Hill(s)

This milestone birthday has not just taken me over the proverbial hill, but over actual ones, also.

The celebrating began a week early with a relaxing, cherished day of pampering, terrarium-creating, and fine dining with my amazing sis Amy. With half a dozen(!!) kids between us, the chance to spend a day focused on the needs of only ourselves was remarkable-- and to spend that time together was icing on the cake. The following morning, my parents hosted a birthday brunch complete with Grandma Thoma rolls and a delicious fruit tart. I was able to wish upon my candles surrounded by five grinning children (my sweet boy was napping upstairs).

While we were cleaning up from brunch, who should appear at my parents' front door but my dear pal Robyn. She announced that she was taking me away for a surprise adventure. After one of the most gorgeous drives through the Columbia River Gorge, we crossed over the Bridge of the Gods to Washington and entered the grounds of Skamania Lodge. Inside the stunning lodge were four more dear friends, waiting with a suite of beautiful rooms, wine and treats. Save for a short walk around dusk, we spent the night gabbing and enjoying time without the usual interruption from our gaggle of wonderful but often distracting children. And as I told all of them, at a stage in our full lives when it can be difficult to steal away for a glass of wine down the street, it meant the world that they all took an entire 24 hours to celebrate with me.

On my actual birthday, my friend Sarah offered to buy me a coffee, and when I arrived at the shop, she surprised me with not only a latte, but Judy! And who is Judy, you may ask? Judy was my mentor mom in a local mom & preschooler group. Her own children are my age, and she offers her time to help lead the mothers' group. She is wise, generous and supportive, and near and dear to my heart. Having a morning to visit with her was one of the best presents imaginable.

 Later in the day, my own amazing and very brave parents arrived at our house and asked me if my bags were packed. Moments later, Curtis came home from work early, sans the beard he had been sporting that morning. Apparently, when you turn 40, your husband feels so sorry for you, he even shaves the beard he knows you don't prefer.

After hugs and kisses to the kids and good luck wishes to my parents (who were tasked with two different basketball games on opposite sides of town the following day), Curtis and I were off to a fabulous dinner, and then a drive over the coastal mountain range to my magic beach. We arrived after dark to a balmy coastline where every star in the heavens seemed to be a miniature flashlight for our stroll along the sand. I've never seen so many stars at the beach. While we walked, I craned my neck to the sky and was rewarded with not one, or even two, but three shooting stars. The next morning, we woke to the sight of ocean waves and Haystack Rock in the shining sun.

We jogged down the beach for a leisurely coffee and pastry in town, amazed at the unseasonably warm weather that graced the trip.

After the fuel, we decided to embark on a hike along the coastal hills. We were rewarded with incredible vantage points. 

Each view seemed more spectacular than the last. After several hours of ascending and descending, we came to an overlook where other hikers claimed to hear rumors of whale sightings. Curtis opened his pack to reveal a lunch of wine, baguette, and cheese. And then, as we sipped our wine and peered out at the lighthouse a mile offshore, Curtis spied whales spouting below us. At first, we saw just one, and then another, and another. It was my first time seeing whales on the Oregon coastline, despite so many visits in my 40 years. What good fortune.

We hiked back to the cabin just in time to toast the sunset with a glass of wine, before heading out for clam chowder and more star gazing.

Returning home on Sunday, we found that the kids seemed a bit disappointed that we had come home so swiftly. They loved the special time with their grandparents. What a fabulous getaway!

And if two adventures weren't enough, our annual trek across the biggest hills (aka the Cascades) to central Oregon was the following weekend. We enjoyed the company of dear friends, delicious food, soaks in the hot tub (especially Ryan, the youngest fan!) and endless hours of play together.

Trekking over the proverbial hill of life forces one to be a bit more reflective than usual: to be grateful for the gift of health (wasn't Great Aunt Rose so very right!), to soak up the smiles of those you love (especially those whose smiles are better revealed once the beard comes off), and to measure success in adventures instead of belongings. How lucky I am to be given so many opportunities to relish in these truths.