I’m one of those freaks who absolutely loves her birthday. In fact, I want it to be a holiday (February 24th, call your senators and representatives). I’ll tell anyone my age, even though I’m well past the age when people thought I looked younger than I was. Now I look middle-aged (or worse). I love it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have the skin I had in my 20s. I need to lose a good 50-60 pounds. My hair isn’t as good as it used to be. Plus I can feel my brain slowing a bit, late to capture words and thoughts. Yet, here I am.
I’m not normally one for big celebrations, but this year I want a little more than normal. I think I want a sock monkey or animal for every year I’ve been alive (OK, by the time I’m 50. I only have 5 right now so 40 is a lot to get at once). I want one gorgeously beautiful, well-crafted double wedding ring quilt. I want 45 birthday cards that come in the mail, with stamps, signatures, and sincere wishes. I want a wonderful birthday cake from Everything Bundt Cakes that I can share with my family and friends. I want a year’s worth of orchids. I want to spend the day with my friends, hanging out and enjoying each other. I want to spend the night with my husband and son, enjoying our small, imperfect family. I want Thai and fondue. I want all the laser treatments it takes to get the skin of a 35-year-old.
LOL. I want too much. 🙂 Then again, even if I got none of it, it would still be a great day.
After all it’s not every day you turn 45.