I have been feeling old – I am almost 40. But as I wrote the number 38 in my journal, my hand tried to write 88, instead of 38, and it all hit me. 88 is old. I have 50 years until I am 88. I have every intention of living until I’m 88. So I’m not even to the half way point yet. Then my mind caught ahold of the number 50. Such a nice round number – a multiple of 10 and 5. Love it. 50. Fifty years. I have fifty years till I am 88. What will I do for the next fifty years? Hmm… I don’t know, but I know I’m not feeling old anymore!
What did I do for my birthday? The normal plus some fun stuff.
I got the girls to school. I spent a great deal of time on the phone with the insurance company, Medicaid, and the hospital. I dealt with nursing limitations and legal matters. I paid bills. We did OT and ST. We homeschooled. I had lunch with my sister Kathie. (Thank you Kath – truly and deeply!) I bought a cake for myself. I got Sammi’s glasses fixed. I picked up Lizzy. I folded laundry. I picked up from 5th Grade Strings. I comforted a scared child. I talked to my Dad. I received a loving message from my husband. I went to the grocery store and the pharmacy. I got a card from my in-laws. I picked up Becca from lessons. I came home to roses and balloons from Jason. I ate the dinner that Jason prepared. I talked with a friend about kids with special needs. I read sweet messages on email and Facebook from my Mom, sisters, and friends. Sammi gave me a sweet gift. Becca made me bread. The OT and ST sang “Happy Birthday” to me. A good day!