I am no stranger to Friday the 13th. My birthday often falls on one. In fact, for me, it is good luck rather than bad. After all, several of my children also have birthdays on the 13th day of a month. Nice. Ah, but this year I am feeling my age. Though I have fallen just shy of breaking that 60 barrier, what with all the medical stuff, I kid about having the body of a 90 year old. I would give it back if I could. All my good intentions of walking more and getting exercise have not made much of an impact. Truth is I am tired a lot and need to get rid of excess weight which does not come off even with great effort these days.
Tonight will not be helpful in that regard. My favorite dinner is a nice steak - preferably strip steak. Add in a baked potato that I can actually eat and I am happy. My mouth is watering as I come home from work thinking of a delicious celebration dinner. I discover that Drew has cleaned my car inside and out as his gift to me - sweet thing! And he cleaned the apartment to boot. Nice.
After dinner I intend to watch a movie, but I am so tired I just call it a night and hit the sheets. See what I mean? Body of an ancient being. Soul of a spring chicken. Odd combo, but you do what you can. Maybe next year I will have the energy to celebrate a little more fully.
Meanwhile, a hearty THANK YOU to my Mom for taking such good care of me when I was young. For reading me books every single night, even when she didn't feel like it. For braiding my hair and all my sisters' hair. For sewing tons of Barbie doll clothes. For teaching me how to cook and keep house. For making sure I learned how to live in peace with others. For teaching me about God and saying prayers with me at night. For doing mountains of laundry and dishes and scrubbing. For staying home with us when you would have rather been somewhere else. For sending me care packages in college, and letters when I live in another state.
And a continued THANK YOU for still taking care of me - for listening when my world falls apart, for praying when I am dealing with cancer, for remembering the birthdays of all my kids, for sewing us beautiful quilts and holding BBQ's on the deck of your wonderful Lake George home, for always being happy to see us come, for the macaroni salads and ice cream cones. You are a truly remarkable woman whose example of caring and loving despite the rough patches will be part of me for the rest of my days here on earth and well into eternity. Without you, I would have no birthday to celebrate. If I can be half of what you have been to me for my own kids, I will be content. Love ya.
Tonight will not be helpful in that regard. My favorite dinner is a nice steak - preferably strip steak. Add in a baked potato that I can actually eat and I am happy. My mouth is watering as I come home from work thinking of a delicious celebration dinner. I discover that Drew has cleaned my car inside and out as his gift to me - sweet thing! And he cleaned the apartment to boot. Nice.
After dinner I intend to watch a movie, but I am so tired I just call it a night and hit the sheets. See what I mean? Body of an ancient being. Soul of a spring chicken. Odd combo, but you do what you can. Maybe next year I will have the energy to celebrate a little more fully.
Meanwhile, a hearty THANK YOU to my Mom for taking such good care of me when I was young. For reading me books every single night, even when she didn't feel like it. For braiding my hair and all my sisters' hair. For sewing tons of Barbie doll clothes. For teaching me how to cook and keep house. For making sure I learned how to live in peace with others. For teaching me about God and saying prayers with me at night. For doing mountains of laundry and dishes and scrubbing. For staying home with us when you would have rather been somewhere else. For sending me care packages in college, and letters when I live in another state.
And a continued THANK YOU for still taking care of me - for listening when my world falls apart, for praying when I am dealing with cancer, for remembering the birthdays of all my kids, for sewing us beautiful quilts and holding BBQ's on the deck of your wonderful Lake George home, for always being happy to see us come, for the macaroni salads and ice cream cones. You are a truly remarkable woman whose example of caring and loving despite the rough patches will be part of me for the rest of my days here on earth and well into eternity. Without you, I would have no birthday to celebrate. If I can be half of what you have been to me for my own kids, I will be content. Love ya.
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