I 40 look once more 40 in the mirror. Watching my hands play across its naked form 40. Only stopping my 40 self when cal I realize my husband will be home soon as I look at the reflection of the clock. And tell myself, I must cal get dressed. Once again dressed, I 40 admire my reflection in the mirror. And marvel at 40 how well I feel. But I cannot linger as I 40 cal hear the sound of 40 cal a car coming up the 40inchplus drive. I enter rush down the stairs feeling so happy as I know cal that my husband's present had made 40 me feel 40 this 40 way.
