"It's my birthday, I'll cry if I want too!"

I just had a birthday.  I just turned 46, where and when did 47 decide to make such an unwanted appearance?  Guess I'll just have to embrace this one like the previous 10 or so that were unwelcome, but inevitable.

2nd grade, 7 years old.  Check out that groovy dress!

Birthday's are so much fun when we're children, teens, young adults, then they become just another day, a day we realize we're getting older.  I wish I had my wisdom and experience at 30 that I have now, but what fun would that have been!?!  I wish I had my young body, unwrinkled face, and energy now that I had when I was 30, but again, what fun would that be?  I get to use the excuse, "because I'm old, and you're not" now! 

I hated my birthday growing up.  This isn't news to those who know me well.  I hated having to share my special day with Christmas.  I hated having a cake (if I had one) that had Christmas stuff on it.  I hated hearing "Oh, your birthday gift is in with your Christmas gift", as if MY birthday wasn't special all on it's on.  Now, it doesn't matter so much.  I actually enjoy having my birthday during a time when most are happy and "in" the spirit of Christmas.

So, this year, I'll embrace another birthday, Thank God for another year and pray for another filled with blessings!

Hello 47!