BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

The whole growing-older-I'm-really-not-as-young-as-I-think-I-am may be starting to get to me. Most times I am oblivious to my age. With that said though...I feel like I think and should act like I'm 25. It's easy to ignore your age when you think you are 25. But I'm not. I've told people before that when I say I'm 37 I really don't feel like I'm old. When I say I have a 10 year old...that's when I have to acknowledge that maybe I'm getting older. And when I tell people I've been with the same company for 13 years I feel down right ancient. Noone that I work with reads my blog but if they did they'd have some snide comment like "Can you really say you've worked somewhere for 13 years when your added work hours maybe add up to 3 years and 2 of those are when you worked full time?" The managers that I work with have a name for me..."Miss 20 minute work week".

Anyways, the point is, I'm starting to come out of denial and recognize that I'm approaching that 40 year mark. And instead of going into depression as I approach the milestone, I'm just planning my getaway celebration vacation! Who wants to go with me?

I share my birthday with THE worst day in all of my days of living as an American. Sure there were tragedies before I was born but those I only know about from the History books...okay from 20/20 specials or MAYBE the History channel if Wes has it on. I hope there won't be another tragedy of that magnitude while I'm still living. I remember where I was when the space shuttle Challenger blew up when I was in the 6th grade and I remember where I was when 2 airplanes crashed into the Twin Towers like they were lego buildings. That year was somber. That year put a new perspective on things. That year there was no celebrating.

But now after I pause to reflect on the events that happened on my 28th birthday, and I hope the day never comes when I forget, there is some celebrating. Because hey...it's still a happy day! There were lots of great people born on that day and so we can still celebrate. And we did!

Wes was sick....like I-think-I'm-gonna-die sick....and so I left him at home and celebrated at my moms house without him. Aren't I nice? Of course I had a cheer meeting and Colson's friends birthday party first but when I made it over to my moms, we had a nice evening.

And look how sweet my son is? He made me this midget scarf  while I was out of town a few weekends ago. With very little help from his Grandma Schubert he knitted it for me and was VERY excited to give it to me. I had him model it for me.

So I'm 37 now. A few more wrinkles. A few more gray hairs that you would probably see if I didn't color it. And I'm hoping a wee bit wiser.