I had a hallmark birthday yesterday and was not happy about it. I have never had a birthday bother me before. I turned 30 with glee, 40 was wonderful, 50 was fine but 60???? I was mad, mad, mad. Then I got a couple of phone calls. A friend from Montana (age 57) passed away in a diabetic coma, another dear friend and sister-in-law (age 59) has more health problems than about anyone I know and is just trying to keep going, and my Dad's friend just passed away. I got to thinking (sometimes a dangerous thing, but in this case a good thing) and my attitude truly changed. I don't embrace 60 but I accept it now. I am surrounded by a loving and generous family, I have most of my health, I have a beautiful home and all the necessities of life and many of the NOT necessary but fun things. I am blessed with gifts and abilities from my Father in Heaven and have no reason at all to be sour. I repented.
The family came over for dinner on Sunday night. Wayne had made chicken and noodles over mashed potatoes. One of my childhood favorites. Colett made me a lemon cake with strawberry ice cream that was more than delicious. My little grand daughters had each made me a birthday card and Millie said she loved me so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so (yes 9 so's...I counted them). That just melted my heart right there.
My soon to be 14 year old Nick gave me hugs
My son-in-law picked out my silly and racy birthday card
My hubby not only cooks, but cleans up after himself
Grandson Emerson laughs and finds fun in a cardboard box
Daughter Colett gave me pretty new scarf and a new "red" purse, which happens to be my favorite color.
After opening it, the kids had a ball just playing with the paper stuffed in it.
Here they are. Won't I be stylish?
This is the bad part. It is what 60 candles looks like....unlit,
and this is what it looks like when lit. The heat was so intense I had to back away.
On Monday I went to lunch with dear friends Susan, Tricia and Laura and they showered me with gifts and sparkling conversation, my Facebook friends sent me birthday wishes and I got a visit from my sister and phone calls from my loved ones.
This was dinner on Monday night, also cooked by Wayne. See why I keep him?
Not too many things better than salad, crab with lemon butter and
hot French bread. He also got me a black purse and shoes.
The only down side was that Amy is very sick with her new pregnancy and I was not allowed to take pictures of her. She was here, I was not snubbing her.
There is also a rumor that another friend is bringing me the best creme' brulee' in the world today. I am waiting at my door. If it doesn't happen that's OK. It's the thought that counts right? It was a very good 60th birthday after all. Hold on I am hyperventilating, but now I am going to try to embrace the # 60.