I've got this post to scheduled to appear on my blog at 2:32 AM on February 7th, precisely fifty-nine years after I made my official debut in the world! Fifty-nine years...yikes, that feels mighty old!
For the next four months Papa Bear and I will share the same number, until he rolls the big 6-0 on June 7th. I am somewhat comforted in knowing that I am not the oldest of the old folks in the house. :-) I can remember being young and thinking that my parents in their forties were "really old". Oh dear! I would love to be forty all over again, but I sure wouldn't trade the wonderful life I have now for the relative youth I had then. At that point my world was just about to descend into the depths of hell. Had I known that, I would have run like the devil was after me! But it was a "learning experience," and I definitely learned what not to do again! :-) Such is life.
Although physically my body has pretty much gone to hell in recent years, and my memory has apparently gone on an extended vacation, mentally and emotionally I just don't feel that old. Certainly my perspective on life has changed a lot over time, but I like to believe that I am still fundamentally the same person that I always was. I don't see myself as ancient, even though my young co-workers do. They would be surprised to learn that I was once not that much different from them, and did a bit of travelling around the block in my time too. :-)
A lot of women seem to have some kind of hang-up about celebrating their birthday or divulging their age. Not me... I've earned every darn one of those candles and I'm proud of it!! I always celebrate my birthday... it's another year when life didn't get the best of me... I survived! All in all, fifty-eight has been a good year, and I'm hoping that fifty-nine will continue in that manner. I have things in life I still want to do, and things to look forward to, should I live long enough to semi-retire, and I know God isn't quite finished with me yet. Besides... I've got dozens of craft projects stored around the house, and I'm not leaving until their done... in that case I might just live to be a hundred or two! :-)
Last weekend Papa Bear took me to Lubbock for an overnight getaway and a bit of early birthday celebrating. (I would much rather make happy memories with him than have him buy things for me. I have all the things I need.) We ate at Joe's Crab Shack, stayed in a nice hotel, and had prime tickets for Championship Bull Riding... my request... it's fun! I think you've got to be a just a little bit crazy to risk your life and limbs on the back of a thousand-plus pound unhappy animal. Maybe I relate to that element of risk in life... or the craziness! :-) It was the second year we've attended, and we plan to go again next year. Who'd have ever thought this small town girl from South Dakota would end up living in Texas and doing things like that?!
My kids always go overboard on my birthday, making sure I know that I am loved. Today a surprise package arrived at work from my son... he scheduled it a day early because he wanted to ensure that it didn't arrive late. It was a big box with refrigerated packing... inside was not one but two boxes of a dozen dipped strawberries... the biggest berries I've ever seen! (See photos below.) He said he sent two so there would be one box to share at work, and one to take home and share with Papa Bear! They are scrumptious! Needless to say, he was a big hit with my both coworkers and the Bear! Then he sends me a text to watch for something arriving in my mailbox tomorrow. I love my kids! :-)
Today I am celebrating ME... my life, the children I've brought into this world, and the wonderful man who shares my life now! I may be getting a bit old and rusty, but I couldn't be more blessed!