gratitude-a-thon day 229: it’s my birthday (it’s my birthday)!

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Yes, It’s my birthday. No I don’t love getting older. Yes, I am 55. Yes, 60 is nudging my behind (and my behind is nudging my ankles). No, I don’t lie about my age, although sometimes I like to say I’m older, so people think how great I look. No, I don’t really do that. Yes, I celebrate, because I have to and I know I should. And yes, some years are easier than others to swallow. And yes, I know there is only one alternative, and I would look really old in a casket.

So, let’s get grateful. Let’s adjust the gratitude levels and go out on a gratitudinous limb. Let’s put aside the visiting five pounds of menopause, the distinctly more wrinkled face, and the fact that my gray hair now shows up in the time I walk from the car to the salon, despite having just been dyed.

I love my family. I love my husband, who drives me crazy and coddles our children too much and snores so loudly that I can’t sleep and want to squish his face with a pillow. He’s put up with me for 27 years, which is more than any man (or woman, or animal) should have to do. He should win some sort of prize, get to walk a red carpet somewhere (and let me critique his clothing). I am lucky that this incredibly smart and loving man loves me and still thinks I’m cute. I can’t imagine why, but I’m damn grateful for it.

Jake and Ally. Once upon a time, I didn’t think they would ever be, and then they were, and nothing has ever been the same since. In a good way. A great way. A life changing happy way. I love my children and am grateful like no mother has ever been grateful for these two miracles of good surgery. They teach me, they taunt me, they make me cry and laugh my face off. They are more important than anything ever could be. I am luckier to have them in my life than Dolly Parton is for having a good, supportive bra for the girls.

I love my sisters, who have protected me and watched over me like prison guards watch over the yard. They are funny and smart and beautiful, and I have gotten so much from each of them. I adore my bigger family, all my relatives. I have received life lessons from every one of them. And lots of love, too.

I got some mighty good friends. They know who they are, and they are numerous and funny and crazy in the same way that I am crazy and that’s the best thing anyone can have at any age.

I love my dog. I love my dog. I love my dog.

I love all the readers of this blog. Because you, like me, believe that focusing on what you have beats focusing on what you don’t have any day of the damn week. You guys, the gratitude-a-thoners, are great. And I’m happy to share this belief with you and make our lives better because of it. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. I look forward to you everyday.

And now, happy fucking birthday to me.

11 thoughts on “gratitude-a-thon day 229: it’s my birthday (it’s my birthday)!

  1. Happy, happy birthday …. So much to celebrate and be thankful for. Hope you had a great day … 6 hours later here in Davos, Switzerland so too tired to even think about how to celebrate.. But, for now, much love and happy wishes… Mindy

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