I haven’t gotten to the age where I dread my birthday. I know I am supposed to start doing that soon. It probably has something to do with me pulling into the driveway of our old house (that we haven’t lived in for 7 months) on my way home the other day…or catching myself repeating what I just said…or wondering half the time if I said something or just thought it… Add all those up, and I’m still okay with getting older. Very thankful, in fact.
At 33, I have finally acknowledged the fact that I feel uncomfortable when happy birthday is sung to me. I get embarrassed. And don’t know where to look. So, this year I started singing along…
Andy surprised me by reuniting some friends and preparing quite the spread: sushi, steamed asparagus and broccoli, salad, a gluten-free chocolate cake that he baked at work for me, and yellow tulips 🙂
I know I don’t have the strength to muster it up. It must come from God.
So I’m asking.
This is my birthday wish.
To grow in wisdom. To plant peace. To bloom goodness.