Yesterday was my birthday, and as a result, I’m now another year older. It’s a funny thing, though, while my body may be feeling every one of its sixty-one years, my mind is not! In my mind, I’m still middle-aged. Gee, wasn’t it just yesterday when our parents were the ones who were turning sixty?
It was a good birthday. At least it was a good birthday considering [at the moment] I’m not very mobile or able to find much comfort while sitting, and considering I’m facing back surgery in just two short weeks. However, I know that things could always be worse!
Usually Ed takes me to St. Simon’s Island to celebrate my birthday, a tradition we began several years ago. This year we were not able to do that, mainly because of the weather. It was cloudy and over-cast the entire weekend, with rain showers scattered throughout.
Ed was worried about how to celebrate my birthday, since I’m not really able to get up and around much. Thanks to our daughter, on the day before my birthday, I had a lovely birthday supper at her house. She cooked, cleaned, and decorated in spite of the fact that she’d been sick most of the week, herself. Once again, she gave of herself, unselfishly to make sure I had a memorable birthday, and I’m grateful. The evening was very memorable.
As I sat in our daughter’s dining room, eating the delicious supper prepared by many, I couldn’t help but marvel at all of the past birthday celebrations that have taken place in that dining room. You see, Ed and I lived in that same house for thirty years. We’ve celebrated our parents’ birthdays, our children’s birthdays, and our own birthdays, in that dining room! It felt really special celebrating there again, and, besides, I wasn’t celebrating alone, this year. Our daughter-in-law, Jennifer, was celebrating, too, since her birthday was two days before mine. Two more birthdays were added to the long list of ones celebrated in that dining room!
I only had one request, the entire evening–that someone take a picture of me, along with my children, who are all now grown, with families of their own. I wasn’t prepared for how old this picture would make me feel when I saw it, but old I am!
I’ll treasure this picture always. A lot of blood, sweat, tears, and prayers went into raising these three, but they all make me proud when I stand next to them today!
In honor of my sixty-first birthday, I received many cards, gifts, and even a bouquet of flowers. Some of the cards made me laugh, while others made my eyes fill with tears. I loved everything I received, but the thing I loved most of all was that everybody took the time to celebrate another “trip around the sun” with me.
Bring on trip # 62!!!