It's my birthday and I got nuthin. Not literally, though my husband warned me several days before the not-so-big-anymore day that he'd pretty much poured his heart and creativity into our recent anniversary and wasn't sure he had anything left in the tank for my birthday. That might seem harsh, but it pretty much explains where I'm at as well. It's not a milestone birthday and, even if it was, I don't think anyone really looks forward to those after age 21. I'm at a stage in life in which I can pretty much get what I want when I want it. OK, not the Hope Diamond but, you know what I mean. It's a big, fat ho-hum. Yet, the past year has been good to me. First and foremost, my mom and dad are still in the world. Their health has challenges, but I get to talk to them weekly, which so many of my peers miss. We all talk about our ailments; who knew that would be a thing? My kids, though moving along at a slower pace than I'd anticipated, are getting on with their lives. I've had more time with them which means I get more opportunities to drop my mom wisdoms. Next year I think I'll be thrown into empty nestville rather abruptly, which I'm not looking forward to. My marriage is good, though we'll always have work to do. We're moving back into that space before children, when the two of us were the family and it's been fun. My career has finally corrected itself and I'm happier than I've been in a long time. And my health is actually better than it was on my previous birthday, except for my knees which continue careening toward replacement. So, I think for this birthday, which would be considered a fly-over if it were a state, I'll just consider where I'm at to be my gift. Sometimes these quiet times in life are the best. Perhaps in these more restful, uneventful stretches of time, we unknowingly gain strength for the more exciting - good and bad - times ahead. Happy (shhhh) birthday to me.
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