Once you hit adulthood, age becomes a state of mind. It’s all relative, really.
The only people who think me old, I believe, are my grand kids.
I’m just happy to be alive another day. I’ve gotten quite a few birthday cards and well-wishes already. And tonight, to celebrate, Hubby is taking me to the motorcycle show! (The motorcycle show is just a coincidence, really.)
Even if I don’t obsess about aging, I can’t help but look back over the years, ponder where I’ve been and how far I’ve come. If I died today, I’d die a happy person with no regrets. I’ve had a good life. It started out with wonderful parents. I’m lucky to still have both of them with me. They’re good people.
I have lots of friends, too. People I’ve known since childhood, friends I have made along the way, friends Hubby and I share.
I have three fabulous kids, who all managed to make it to adulthood despite having me in their lives. And they turned out to be pretty amazing people. And grand kids. Grand kids are fun!
I have a Hubby who loves me, and who I love right back. I wouldn’t trade him for anything. We suit each other well. He’s perfect for me. I know I’m not always easy to live with, and I’m glad he’s stuck it out.
Thanks to Hubby, I have a wonderful mother-in-law, too. She thinks I’m a baby (age-wise), which always makes me smile.
I can’t not mention my pets. There’s Moses and Muffin (the kitties I tolerate). Also, Meg and Belle, the dogs I adore. I miss my little C-dog, but she gave me almost five years of happiness, so I can’t complain too much.
Know who I miss most though? My Grandma. This is my first birthday without her. I’ve been thinking of her all week. Even as I got older, she always sent a card for my birthday. She almost always managed to time it perfectly, too. That’s my one regret. I wish I’d been a better granddaughter. I wish I’d spent more time with her. The times we did share were good ones, though. I have lots of happy memories of her to be thankful for.
It’s been a good life. I’m blessed and I know it. I really am happy just to have another day. Hopefully, there’ll be many more.
I wish I had some old pics of me handy to post, but I don’t. Maybe some other time. For now…
Happy Birthday to Me!