Tuesday, October 04, 2011

My 38th Birthday

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!  Smile

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!OCtober 4 008

1 comment:

Tiffany said...

Happy late birthday, Shelly! If it makes you feel any better, you definitely don't look like you are 38!!