Yesterday was my birthday. I have officially turned the big 31. While many women mourn the loss of their youth, their good looks, and the freedom of their twenties…I feel like I am like wine (not necessarily “good” wine, maybe more like a Merlot that you can find at a gas station) and I just keep getting better and better with age. Unfortunately, not better looking -damn you, wrinkles!- but certainly more comfortable with who I am as a person, more confident with myself and who I have grown to be, and certainly wiser than I have ever been before. I finally feel like I have a handle on life. Or, at least, a few fingers on the handle, that is.
One of the fun perks of the technological age is the forced concept of Facebook birthday wishes. While some are just a few words from people that you once shared classroom or office space with, others from your closer friends and family are heartfelt and sincere, and they truly make the day that much more magical. There is something special about being able to hear how you are perceived through the eyes of others.
My husband wrote me a stellar one that referenced one of our favorite movies, What Dreams May Come, as it is a lovely and heart wrenching story about soul mates, and his post professed how he could never picture his life without me and how were are true and rare twin souls that were meant to be together in this life and the next.
No, ladies, he is taken. At my party last night he was even chastised by the other husbands for making the rest of them “look bad”. Yep, still all mine, girls, back it up.
Many others stated some unifying qualities: that I am outspoken, honest to a fault, family oriented, loving, genuine, and a devoted wife and mother. Those words on the social networking site were one of the best parts of my day. It made me feel so warm inside to see that I am loved and appreciated, even with my obvious flaws and scars that may or may not ever heal all the way over.
And so, another year goes by and I am proud to say that, even with the ups and downs of Jp’s developmental issues and other minor traumas of the last 12 months, it has been a good year. A great one, even.
I have love, I have family, even a new friend, and yet another year of life to enjoy them. I simply could not ask for more.
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.