You know what, being 29 makes me happy. There was a freak out when I turned 25. But 29 rules.
The party started right after midnight when the hubbs came home with a vanilla frap and a pumpkin cream cheese muffin (<—-AMAZING). Here’s all the remaining evidence:
We watched a movie in bliss together.
Time with him is rare.
I slept in and then opened up cards/gifts from family:
We had no plans on purpose.
The gift card worked out nicely.
We also had cheese dip and coke (him)/diet coke(moi). Unfortunately, we do this weekly. Neon cheese is so bad but oh so amazingly good.
My grandmother passed away a couple of months ago. I dressed fun and colorful because life goes on. I wore one of her headscarves to feel close to her. This one actually was a belt from a reversible silk robe that my grandmother used to wear when I was a small child. I remember loving the feel of silk. Just seeing this polka dot number makes me smile and instantly takes me back to running barefoot up to her house for a meal fresh from the garden.
On the weekend, my mother in law wanted the family to get together for my birthday for her infamous spaghetti and meatballs. I walked in and was amazed at how much work she had put into the party.
The food was MMMMmmmmmmmGood!!!!
There was plenty of entertainment:
And then there was cake. My mother in law made my favorite cake, carrot cake, home made. She had even done a trial run cake earlier in the week.
There is so much gratitude to be given for all the people in my life. And I am especially thankful to my mother in love, who put in a lot of time, effort and hard work into making this year special. It’s been a LONG time since I’ve had a party like that and you made me feel like a kid again.
This has been a year of rehabilitation, both for my hip and my soul. I used to be anxious and afraid. But as time passes, I slip into age like that perfect silk robe that will always fit you perfectly. My creeping wrinkles keep on creeping but I like to think it’s from smiling so much. I have no problem with that. Without God’s goodness, I could have had a nervous breakdown with all that I’ve been through. I couldn’t even walk this time last year. The fact that I am mobile is the goodness of God. The fact that I have support from the ones who care, the occurrence of a small beautiful moment that helps me appreciate the uniqueness of the world– that’s the God of the universe breathing life into my soul. Today, I see grace in the simpler things. Saturated light and colors. A good long slow rain. The feel of fall. Ice water in a mason jar. The first smiles and wags of tails in the morning as my furry friends await breakfast. A nudge on the hand or a lick on the face. The steady sound of my husband breathing. My own breath as I dive into moments.
I’m here. Standing like a skyscraper. Alive. May life never be taken for granted.