Today I turned 49 years old. The girls were only too happy to point out that next year I'll be 50 "and then it will really hit you, Barbara!" When I reminded them that now I'm half of a century old, the youngest said, "How depressing! It must be terrible to be that old. Is it?" How can I explain that actually life has never been better?
We all went out to Carolyn's Cafe where we were served by a cheerful middle-aged woman wearing a fuschia T-shirt and blue jeans. Then we had a great time going through model homes. Of course, the girls thought we should buy every house we saw. Now they understand what we've been going through for months, trying to figure out the best choice in housing.
My birthday gift was a beautiful new ceramic birdbath for the back lawn. How delightful!
I must say that I have never dreaded getting older. I am the age I have always looked forward to being: middle-aged.
So I'm at the peak of my life. After taking stock, I have had to say that life is good. I adore Sam and my job is a joy (albeit, one that runs me happily ragged). Life as a stepmother has become somewhat predictable. Mother is fairly happy and making a new life for herself. My sister successfully defended her dissertation on Thursday and a dear friend is defending hers tomorrow. My friends are close to my heart and my needs are all supplied. Life is good and I am so grateful to be alive. Happy Birthday to me!
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And happy birthday from me, too, all the way from Tennessee! I'm glad you had a good birthday. I agree; this is a better time of life. Nice that you have an anniversary coming up, too. :)
Is the house-buying thing getting any more feasible?
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