I have ALWAYS loved having a birthday. I have always been a spotlight kind of girl. I am pretty sure I came out of the womb singing show tunes or at least something. And there are certain birthdays that I remember better than others.
For instance...when I was 7, I had my first friends birthday party. And my Mom...knew how to throw a party. We had a 'Get In Shape Girl' party in my garage. I wore tights and a leotard with leg warmers...and a headband. I can remember Mom curled my pixie cut hair and had a cake designed like the theme of the party. It was FABULOUS!
When I was 13, I had my first 'include a boyfriend' party. I had a few friends and each friend brought a boy to my Grandparent's house in Wichita. The theme?...no theme...because that was uncool. But secretly I would have wanted it to be Vanilla Ice.
My 21st Birthday I do actually remember. I was already married and Coach and I went to a bar with some friend for Karaoke. I believe a good friend of mine and I sang the night away to the Dixie Chicks. Good times.
When I was 30, Coach threw me a surprise party with friends and it was so fun. I was completely surprised and had a wonderful night with family and friends. And I was not worried about turning 30 at all. In fact...now that I am well into my thirties...I kind of love it!
I look forward to each year and what it has to bring. I have learned so much...the hard way in my life...that I really do look forward to the challenges that lie ahead. What I have learned in the last three or four years is that life is too short to hate your Birthday. We don't have enough time on earth to worry about how old we are...or how many gray hairs we're getting. I don't have time to think about my weight...or what it used to be. I have learned to cherish each day that I am given. Coach even reminded me on Bad Day Monday of this week of all the people who are suffering right now. He helped me see that the things that were frustrating me that day would be welcomed by anyone that is going through cancer. If not finding an already bought Christmas present was the worst thing that happened that day...we were doing okay. Thanks Coach...I love you.
So...as Coach walked out the door to go work out this morning and I was typing away on my blog, he said..."are you writing...
It's my Birthday! It's my Birthday! Its' My Birthday!
on you blog today?"
Because he knows me so well. I laughed...and then wrote about my Birthday.
Growing up...getting older...it's not so bad. Because each day that I am here...I am with the ones that I have been blessed with. Each day that I am here...I am able to share God's love with those who might not know it. Each day that I am here...I am able to learn and grow. Thank you Lord for this Birthday...
Have a Blessed Day!
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1 comment:
Yep - you sure did - you came out singing and open mouth crying and much more!!! Chele had just turned 1 and she was such a good little girl! You were quite a contrast from our brown eyed brown haired little girl! You had no hair to blonde hair and blue/green eyes with long arms and long legs! What a delight! Of course, you were supposed to be "Michael Jon" but instead you became Amy Michele! And the angels sang the day you were born! They are still singing and so are we! Love you sweetie . . .happy birthday! mom and dad
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