What a wonderful weekend I had! Actually it started Thursday when Doris Colvett gave me an
"unbirthday" party with several of my favorite friends there. Good food and conversation--my favorite combination.
Then on Friday, I received a book from Jeanenne by Barbara Brown Taylor The Preaching Life. As I have said here before, Taylor is one of my esteemed reads. And Kaye Price-Hawkins sent a beautiful book Golden Legacy which is the history of the Little Golden Books ( fun reading for a children's literature buff). After more gifts, including a beautiful flower arrangement from Sally Gary and some very hip jewelry from Ronnie and Darla, I really felt warmed and filled!
Then came Saturday and a mystery birthday with Brandon, Sheryl and the kids--we went to see his cast rehearse their Broadway show--Wow--what talent. Then to the Hill Center in Green Hills to eat at Nero's and a shopping tour of Swoozie's and Antropologie. Brandon and Sheryl also gave me a collection of e-mails that they had collected from friends and relatives with well-wishes to me.
Not bragging, just joyful. My cup runneth over. Thanks to all the friends and relatives who sent messages and cards and for the totally undeserved comments. I shall treasure them all.
Showing posts with label 70th birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 70th birthday. Show all posts
Monday, February 25, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
70 Today!
As Brandon so nicely noted in his blog, today is my 70th birthday. My body feels it, but my mind does not. I do not come from particularly long-lived genes. My grandmother died at 88, my mom at 63 and my dad at 70. And with my medical history, all I can say is I am very blessed to be here still walking, talking and thinking.
To quote the title of a book...old age is always 15 years older than I am. Somewhere within me is still that long-legged, pig-tailed 10-year-old girl running through the grass in summer--hiding from my brothers and smoking grapevine with my friend across the street. (didn't you ever smoke grapevines?)
I always try to take one day at a time, but lately it seems I am being attacked by many days, if not years, at a time. The time passes so fast, it is unbelievable. I enjoy my wrinkles and wear them as badges of honor. Fortunately, I have few regrets about the past 70 years except not getting my doctorate. My marriage was happy and fun, my son is my joy, and my grandchildren are the cream on top of the strawberry shortcake. Their mother is a wonderful daughter-in-law too. So where is there anything to complain about? Not much---I just thank God for the gift of life and for His blessings of friends, family, food and shelter. As Maggie Kuhn said, "The best age is the age you are."
To quote the title of a book...old age is always 15 years older than I am. Somewhere within me is still that long-legged, pig-tailed 10-year-old girl running through the grass in summer--hiding from my brothers and smoking grapevine with my friend across the street. (didn't you ever smoke grapevines?)
I always try to take one day at a time, but lately it seems I am being attacked by many days, if not years, at a time. The time passes so fast, it is unbelievable. I enjoy my wrinkles and wear them as badges of honor. Fortunately, I have few regrets about the past 70 years except not getting my doctorate. My marriage was happy and fun, my son is my joy, and my grandchildren are the cream on top of the strawberry shortcake. Their mother is a wonderful daughter-in-law too. So where is there anything to complain about? Not much---I just thank God for the gift of life and for His blessings of friends, family, food and shelter. As Maggie Kuhn said, "The best age is the age you are."
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