Today is my birthday. I've always been big on birthdays. It's my day. Just for me. Celebrating me. What's not to love about that? With a nod to Mom, of course, because she brought me into the world. And a tip of the hat for Dad because without him, I wouldn't be here. (Mom didn't want any more kids after the first four, but Dad did. Then there I was. Tada!)
So, today, I'm 51. Not sure how that happened. I mean, I know how it happened... like duh... but I never expected it to happen. I sure don't feel 51. Although I'm not exactly sure how 51 is supposed to feel. Like I said, I never expected to get here, so I didn't envision how I'd be at this age.
I think my brain thinks I'm still 23. (Okay, sometimes I act like I'm twelve. So do me somethin'.)
A while back I was chatting with a little girl and later it occurred to me that I was old enough to be her grandmother. That was a shocking thought, believe me. Seriously, though, my daughter is 27. If she'd had a kid at the age of twenty, that kid would be 7 now... the age of the little girl I was talking to. Yeah, yeah, it's all pretty obvious, but still shocking to me.
Last year's birthday kind of sucked. Stupid Kung Flu. I'd like this year's to be better. I plan on making it better. Maybe just having a better attitude will make for a better day, since I don't really have any plans to do anything special today. I might do something special for dinner and/or dessert. We'll see.
The little girl who lives in my head just said "I want a puppy for my birthday." I had to tell her that we can't have a puppy. "But I have enough money for a puppy," she replied, pointing to the checks I need to take to the bank later. To which I said, "We are not getting a puppy." Now, I think she's sulking. Maybe I'll buy her a pretty prezzie later. But not a puppy.
Like I said, I don't feel 51.