Yesterday was birthday number 52 for me. As in a full deck of cards. Finally.
52. I don't feel much older than 17. Honestly, I'm still that 17-year-old-girl on the inside who doesn't know who she's supposed to be and what she wants to do with her life.
But. While I'm still trying to figure that out, life has been happening. And I have been blessed.
I have so many people who know me and love me any way. I have little children who call me Gramma Kelly for as long as they need to. Today they gave me handmade cards, hugs and kisses and deafness in one year.
In the past week I have had meaningful and rich conversations and time well spent with all three of my kids and my daughter-in-law. My husband gave me two cards, one from the puppies thanking me for taking such good care of them and for loving them. And one where he shared that he loves me more than ever.
My works buddies signed a card that poked gentle fun at me but shared a little love, too. Facebook friends peppered my wall with good wishes. Texts poured in. And my Bible study girls sang to me. As did my sweet little grand babies at my "surprise" party. "Surprise" because they each spilled the beans. : ). And cautioned each other to stop spilling.
My daughter made my cake recipe with the kids. Toad-Boy and the Mrs joined us. It was a lovely, lovely day.
So in spite of the fact that I awoke with a pimple on my nose and managed to spill 194 degree tea down my side and had a busy day, it was a day that I celebrated fully and I'm thanking God for providing it.
