Growing older does not bother me. It really doesn’t. At least, I don’t think it does…
When I was little, I could not wait until I turned 11. I would be 11 on the 11th. I was so excited for that day, that I actually peeked at my presents. We were not a wealthy family and presents for birthdays were not that exciting, mostly what was needed. But, that year, there were presents and I knew where they were hidden and wrapped. I peeked and discovered a white ivy league shirt. Exactly what I wanted. Ivy league shirts were the button down shirts and I knew it would look so cool with my blue and gray plaid uniform skirt. That was the year I also discovered it isn’t fun to peek, it takes the joy out of birthday surprises.
My next age I thought would be exciting was 17. I was dating hubby and I was excited to see what he would buy me. A cultured pearl necklace. Of course, his Mom had picked it out, but, I loved it.
After that, I could not wait until my 35th birthday. That was the age I knew I would be all that I was meant to be. It would be the ultimate of ultimate birthdays. I can’t remember a thing about that day. I know that year I had my hysterectomy and I always say it was the best year of my life, but aside from the surgery and feeling better, it was not a wonderful time of my life.
Hubby’s birthday is in November. Mine is in February. We are the same age. But… each year I remind him that he is a certain age and I won’t be that old until next year. It’s a running joke, and I am certain he tires of hearing it. Me? I never tire of reminding him.
Last year, Hubby turned 60. It wasn’t a stellar day, as we were driving home from the birth of Little Miss. We drove from El Paso, TX to Abilene, TX that day. It was a long day, I was sneezing with a cold and the hotel was not exactly what it appeared to be from the online site I booked it. But, we did have a saving grace for his 60th birthday dinner. We went to a steakhouse and had a delicious dinner. A dinner that will be remembered for the rest of our lives.
So, now the 11th is approaching. I am going to turn 60. I am amazed that I am that old. I don’t feel that old. 60 is for old, old people. At least that is what I have always believed. Guess I was wrong. I would love to do something really fun next week. If we still lived in CA, I know I would head to Disneyland since we are the same age. For the past couple of decades I have tried to make it to Disneyland so we could celebrate together. But, alas, there will be no trek to Anaheim for me this year. So, I am up for suggestions. What would be a fun way to celebrate this many years? Within reason of course…. I look forward to hearing from you! DAF