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specialTopic: Birthday
Tuesday (July 17) was my birthday, and I've noticed as I grow older, the day comes around and it doesn't seem to matter that it's special to me any more. It's just another day of the year.
Of course, it is nice to get phone calls from my boys and a few cards come in from friends. It's nice to be remembered. And my husband remembers. He took me out to breakfast and presented me with a card and a small cake with one candle.
The nicest thing that happened on my birthday this year was a surprise package from a special woman in Taiwan. Peggy is my adopted daughter, and she sent me a little picture frame that she had made herself. How very special! The card was addressed to "Mom," which was even more special.
I'm 55 now, halfway between 50 and 60. It seems weird. It used to be that I'd look upon this age as "old." But I don't feel old at all! It's also kind of weird that a lot of establishments consider you to be a "senior" when you turn 55. I look in the mirror, but can't accept it.
Oh well... what difference does it make, really? I've ordered off the senior menu since my 40s, and no one objected.
Life is wonderful, and each day is special... and a gift we need to acknowledge.
