and I'm thinking back over all of my birthdays. I am the sixth child in a family with eight children. We never got store bought cakes, and sometimes didn't get a cake at all. We were poor, with only my dad supporting us while mom stayed home. Mom would bake a cake from scratch when we were very small, and from a box when we were older. We would gather around the table and everyone would sing to us. I can still remember the giddy feeling of having a birthday as a child, and getting to be the only one blowing out the candles. In a family of 10 having a day set aside for you is a very big deal. I remember.
When I was 16 I got my first store bought birthday cake. In my mind's eye I can still see it. It was a round two layer cake with white frosting. It had the most beautiful pink roses on it. I insisted on keeping the roses, I have them still. I know that sounds odd to keep the roses, but as a child they were very special to me. They hardened, and I put them into a special jewelry box, and kept them. When I married they were perhaps the only thing I had from my childhood, save some cassette/8 track tapes, and all of the love letters RJ and I wrote. I have all of that stuff too. In fact I have a lot of memorabilia from our dating days. Funny stuff. 35 years in a box carried from house to house, my memories.
Today I am 53, the same age my sister S was when she left this earth Nov. 9 of 2015. Every year from this one will be a bonus year, and I am thankful to still be here. By the grace of God go I. Now life turns on a dime, and I could die at 4 pm today, one never knows. I do know this: I will go down fighting. I am going to take the best care of myself that I can. I want to stay in life longer than my mother did. 66 just seems so young, and 53 is far too young to die. My maternal grandmother died of lung cancer in her early 60's as well. My paternal grandmother was almost 90 when she died. Maybe I'll take after her. :D
I just got off of a 9 day vacation, and let me say that though I never left my little town, I vacated. I slept till noon every day, and stayed up way late into the night. I ate an ENTIRE lemon meringue pie by myself. It was very delicious! I know I should be too ashamed to even write that down in this post, but I am not. I indulged myself, which is something I rarely do. I do believe that I burned that off in the past two days as I did a very intense deep cleaning of the entire daycare.
So what will I do on this 53rd birthday? Work for one. Then perhaps a low key dinner somewhere or another. Perhaps an early bed time. Perhaps not. I guess we will just let it play out as it should. I know one thing, I feel well. I mean really healthy, well for the first time in a very long time. I am happy about that. So got to run. Take care of you, and be blessed. :D
peace :) shemelts