Happy Birthday to Me! Today is brought to you by the number 39 and in case I forgot how to write it, my kids have provided several reminders all over our house. I thought the day started off very well with breakfast in bed and church with the family. Unfortunately, the day ended with me and my buddy insomnia trying to milk the last couple minutes out of my birthday.
My husband tried so hard to make the day special. From the meals to the homemade red velvet cake and even a touch of romance, but the age thing is a real hurdle I need to overcome. He wrote something in my card about the first birthday we spent together 16 years ago and I could feel my chest tighten and my eyes well with tears. Later in the evening, my 11 year old told me how getting older is great because you start to get discounts on things. I told him I would not be getting my AARP card any time soon.
My parents came over after dinner for cake and to give me a few presents. One of them was a framed picture of former Pittsburgh Pirate Willie Stargell. This may seem like a strange gift for a non sports gal like myself but I read something about him recently that made him my new ambassador. He earned the MVP award for his performance in the 1979 World Series at the age of 39. When you look at what he accomplished that year, it makes me think that maybe I need to not focus so much on my age and the numbers that are ahead. My anxiety could be a crutch and I don't need anything else in my way. I need to choke up on the bat and start swingin'. But for right now, I need to pull up the covers and start sleepin'. I can't be dragging when I'm running those bases.
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