So, this morning I woke up and I was a whole year older. 34. I think that’s middle aged. I don’t feel middle aged but somehow I think I’m starting to look it. And I have these kids that make me look a little middle aged. And a car that looks a little middle aged. And a fancy house – now that’s definitely middle aged. But I’m OK with it. All of it. I am feeling very loved today with special breakfasts cooked, showers uninterrupted and makeup on and hair done and coffees made, messages up the wahzoo and mornings teas with cakes AND candles and everything.
I made a little message with the girls because they wanted to. I felt like I was looking good this morning, and then I looked at this. I have no top lip, I have a double chin, I am looking puffy and overweight and well every one of my 34 years. BUT…instead of focusing on all that stuff I am going to accept it, because, like now when I look at pictures of me 10 years ago when I thought at the time I looked like a fat mole when in fact I was taut and fresh faced (dewy even!) someday I will look back and think, “I was looking pretty good at 34.” Because that’s what birthdays do isn’t it? They make you stop and look back at the year that was and think about how far you’ve come and take stock of where you are right now. And it’s been a big year. A big move, a new beginning for all of us. And well, right now, no top lip and pointy nose and all, things are pretty bloody fabulous.
It is indeed a Happy Birthday!
Don’t you love how you want your kids to do or say something nice and they say “blargh bluergh BLAHHHHHHHHH”. And then the little one copies everything the bigger one does? Delightful.
Oh and also, it’s been 34 years since Elvis died today – may the King rest in peace. You know he died the day I was born? I think our spirits collided on the way up/down. That, or a serious love of bacon and pork products was passed to me. And that’s alright by me too…thankyouverymuch.