Fifty-two years old!!! That’s me!!! I remember when being forty was old! How does one get to fifty-two in the blink of an eye? I’m not complaining! Well, not about the number anyway! Arthritis, the need for at least one nap a day, becoming more forgetful…I am known to complain about that fairly often! Regardless, I am highly blessed, highly favored, and ready to take this new year by st…, well, let’s say a light, spring shower!!!
Yesterday, November 18th, was my actual birthday. I thought all day about what I wanted to say regarding my birthday. However, by the time the day was winding down, which is the time I generally like to sit down and put all my thoughts together for one of these blogs, I was so tired that I couldn’t think straight! I guess that is another sign of “maturing”! So here we are, fifty-two and one day old, ready to share with you my thoughts from…yesterday!!!!
There are two major thoughts that I kept coming back to but in a way, they work into one theme! Let’s see how this unfolds!!!
- The number one question or comment I was asked yesterday was “Are you going to do something fun for your birthday” or some variation of that! In birthdays past, I celebrated in high fashion! For my 50th, Andy and I went on a ten day dream trip that included several days in my favorite place on earth, the gulf coast of Florida and a cruise to the Cayman Islands and Cozumel! That is one birthday that will forever be hard to beat. In 2014, another dream came true when Garth Brooks came out of retirement and I got to see him in concert for the first time. That had been one of my life’s greatest disappointments that I hadn’t seen him before he retired! Again, another birthday that will always hold a special memory! As for yesterday, I had another special day! I haven’t told many what I did but will share with you now! I had the whole day planned out perfectly! I was going to sleep in, wake up and as a friend of mine is known to say, “ease into my day”, around 12:30 I was going to pick up Mom and take her to an “short” appointment at KDMC, made her an appt for a long overdue haircut, and then she and I were going to go out for a late lunch together before I came home to spend the evening with the boys! Well, that was a perfect plan but things didn’t pan out that way. Instead it went like: slept in…check, eased into my day…check, picked mom up at 12:30…check, “short” appt at KDMC… and this is where all of my plans went to you know where in a hand basket. I could rant about this all day long. I really could! There is NOTHING worse than feeling like you got lost in the shuffle but feeling like that TWICE is even worse. There is no need to go into all the details because it will only frustrate me again but an appt for labs that normally takes about 30ish minutes, ended up taking nearly two hours. Ask me how many times I wanted to stand up in the waiting room full of people and scream, “It’s MY BIRTHDAY, let’s get this show on the road”. However, like any fifty-two year old woman would do, I sat and brewed over it. The only good thing about it is that Mom and I had plenty of time to people watch, gossip, and giggle. At some point during the long wait, I sent a text to my friend and hair stylist that was going to work Mom in for a haircut and told her we were stuck and I didn’t know how long it was going to be. She told me not to worry about it and to come on when we were finished. By the time we were finally in the car, Mom was tired, frustrated, and wasn’t up to going. I was so disappointed because she is REALLY overdue for a cut and was REALLY excited that she was finally going to get one! As for our now SUPER LATE lunch, we just settled on going through a drive thru and coming home. We were both tired and disappointed. When leaving the hospital, I needed to go to the post office before heading home! On the way there, we passed on of our favorite places to eat and decided to stop pouting, put on our big girl panties and go in and eat. We finished our afternoon with a delicious early dinner and enjoying each other’s company! If you were to ask me today how my birthday was, my answer would be, “Wonderful”! Even though my plans didn’t pan out, I still was able to spend the day with my Mom! I am so blessed to still have her! So many of my friends have recently lost a parent and I refuse to take one day with her (or my Dad) for granted! Turning fifty-two years old and having both parents still living is a priceless birthday gift!
- Being a twin makes birthdays even more special. I love sharing a birthday with Tim. However, since 1997 (or maybe 96) when he moved to the Cincinnati area, there have been very few birthdays we have been able to see each other, in person, get a hug, and celebrate together. I guarantee you that I have ached to be with him every birthday I have had since then. It’s a twin thing. You can only understand if you are one! Probably a dozen times yesterday, I thought of him and missed him. I recalled birthdays from our past and smiled. We usually at the very least share a phone call. By the time I got home yesterday, got mom settled and came in, I was pooped! #oldageprobs My answering machine, yes, I STILL have an answering machine, was beeping that there was a message. I asked Walker who called. He said, I think it was Uncle Tim. I pressed the button and he hadn’t left a message. Walker said, “You NEED to call him back Mom, it’s your birthday”. I know he was right but I wanted to put on my PJs and unwind a bit. By the time that I was up to calling, it was late, he has to get up very early for work, and I knew he would be sleeping. We didn’t talk yesterday except for exchanging a Facebook message. Even still, I know without a doubt that he knows I love him and he loves me, not just on our birthday but every day! I am so thankful for the gift of being Tim’s twin and for all the birthdays we have shared together.
I want to finish up by trying to combine these two things into the one theme of my thoughts yesterday! I touched on it a bit when telling about my day with Mom. As we all know, when getting older, birthdays aren’t nearly as exciting as when we were young. Yes, we are thankful for another year but there is no longer the hoopla that surrounds us like the birthdays of our youth. The celebration and gifts become more about people than things. As most of you know, but some may not I nearly lost Tim to ARDS (Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome) ten years ago. Very few people that get ARDS survive. It is what people are dying from now due to Covid. The days that he lay in ICU on a paralytic and a ventilator when we had no guarantee that he would survive were very difficult days for all of us but it nearly did this twin sister in. One of God’s greatest gifts to me and our whole family was answering our prayers that Tim would survive and be healed. Over the past two years during the Covid pandemic, I have witnessed the pain of losing a sibling, a parent, and other loved ones when they went from being totally fine to deathly sick in a short period of time. Life is short and not guaranteed to any of us. While I spent yesterday thinking of Tim and Mom so much and how thankful I am for them, I realized that I should live every single day like it is my birthday! Starting now, I am going to strive to celebrate each day and be thankful for the gifts (which are PEOPLE!!!) in my life! God has been so, so good to me, given me more than I deserve, and at age fifty-two and one day old, I am going to put forth the effort to spend every day thanking Him for the blessings in my life!!!
Thank you all for the birthday love! I can’t even begin to tell you how special you made me feel! I love you more!!!