1. I am turning 40 next week. Whoa. Just take a moment to let that sink in. 4-0 . Not to be morbid but it does not escape my notice that I may be at the halfway point in my life ( pray God that is true! ). Funny thing is, I feel excited about it. Somehow 35 was more hair-raising for me than 40. Might it be that I finally am settling into myself? It may simply be that at 35 I was pregnant with my third child and felt like I was starting over at diapers. Now that boy is 4 (and I am not pregnant) and I have more of an independent life again. Selfish? Maybe. True? Totally . I loved those baby days but I am certainly enjoying the freedom that comes with aging. (Tell that to me again when I have bouts of baby fever so fierce they make tears spring to my eyes.) 2. I just realized that I am officially a Soccer Mom which means to me that I am at five separate soccer practi...