Redemption

-

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years."
- Abraham Lincoln

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This weekend, I celebrated what I prefer to call the 7th anniversary of my 30th birthday.  I'm not bothered by my age.  If I were, I certainly would not make my age so painfully obvious in a blog post for all the world to see.  However, I did reflect on my life as I celebrated yet another year, and realized with great happiness that I wouldn't change a thing. 

Perhaps my husband was a wee bit bothered by the man cold statement in a previous blog.  He mentioned it the other day, completely out of the blue, while I was cooking dinner.  Now, I warned him that he may be the topic once in a while so this should not have surprised him.  In fact, as I sat down to type today, he said, "Do you need me to do something silly so you can write about it?"  Always good to know my family is eager to provide material!  Oh, and reading my blog. 

I didn't expect any presents on my birthday, just a quiet day with my family and a nice dinner I didn't have to cook.  Pretty simple expectations I'd say.  However, Aaron gave me a gift I'm sure he's not even aware of.  One morning, completely out of the blue and possibly in the middle of another conversation, he said, "I think I'm going to copy off your blog posts.  Something for the girls to read when they get older.  Just so they know how funny their mom is and how much you love them." 

Whoa!  We don't do warm, mushy things like that in this household.  In fact, the mushiest we get is when Malea is teething and she wants to give kisses.  Needless to say, I was floored.  It may have conceivably been the nicest thing he's ever offered to do.  Even after the man cold incident. 

So, as I celebrate my 37th birthday, I realize that life has been good to me.  I'm blessed with amazing family, friends and a job I love.  So I raise my glass of hot tea mixed with cold medicine to another year of good material.  And thanks to my family for the love, support and healthy dose of humor.  Maybe 37 is finally when I achieve mom of the year.  

Although, I doubt it!   

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Letters

-
Image
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.  ~ Kahlil Gibran ------------------------------------------ Well, here it comes folks. The blog that will either keep you reading or destroy whatever relationship we've been having.  Either way, what I write here is mine.  I made absolutely no claim at perfection, although you really should have known that already by the title of this blog.  While this was difficult to write and took quite a bit of reflection, again, it is truly my own.  After days of pondering and writing, daughter of the year #1 gave me a big sign tonight that I was finally ready to post this.  Dad of the year suffered a loss in his family recently and, in my mind, the worst kind.  The one that creeps up on you and surprises you with grief you didn't think you would have.  Or should I say, grief you didn't think you would need to work th...
Read more

The Devil's Instrument

-
Image
Music is what feelings sound like.  ~ Author Unknown ---------------------------- I knew this day would come.  In fact, I hoped it would.  But never, ever, did I think it would try my patience like it has. Growing up, music was like air to me.  I needed it daily and as my relationship with it grew, it became something very important to me. I nearly made it a career until I grew unsure how I would actually accomplish that.  My mom will tell you all about the scholarship I turned down as a result, just ask her. In the end, it was a love but, for me, it was never a career.   Daughter of the year #1 has been taking piano lessons for 3 years.  There were times it tested me but that mainly came from frustrated bangs on the keys and hearing Jolly Old Saint Nicholas clear into the month of March.  Who knew my ultimate test of patience would come with a 12 inch piece of plastic with holes.   Ah, the blessed rec...
Read more

Notebooks

-
Image
Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open.   Today is, where your book begins.   The rest is still unwritten.   -Natasha Bedingfield I've sat down to write so many times I've lost track.  I get started then stop.  Something was always missing. Wittiness. A lesson. Humor. An ending that made sense.  Something!  I would always leave that writing for another day.  Another day never came.  Time after time, I'd go back to it, then scrap it and start over.   Starting over.  What a funny notion.  An empty piece of paper, a blank slate, always clean and new.  Always. I mean, who would argue the best part of school starting was new notebooks.  No writing or markings, just waiting for fresh knowledge.  Ok, so I still love a new notebook.   Losing someone you care for always makes you reflect on things, on your own notebooks of time; your blank pie...
Read more