Getting Older

A few decades back, in Cherokee County, in a small house atop one of those beautiful Oklahoma hills, while rain poured and lightning flashed, I made my appearance into the world. And, true to form, we have rain again today, to celebrate my birthday.

Actually, I don’t feel all that much older, but as I glance into the mirror and wonder who this person is I see there, I realize I must be–that is to say, I’ve gathered a few years but, hopefully, no moss along the way.

At my age, I don’t have time for negative thinking, nor to hold grudges nor to dwell upon real or imagined slights and disappointments, mistakes and all the evil in the world. Oh, I’m not turning a blind eye or indulging in selective forgetfulness, but I don’t dwell on such things. There’s so much joy and blessings and opportunities yet, why would I want to mar the remaining years with old hurts and resentments or my own inadequacies?

As I think about how swiftly the years fly, I remember hearing my parents say the same thing–they could hardly believe the time that passes in the blink of an eye, but it’s true. We need to savor each moment, love our families and friends, try to make their days happier and brighter, in some way, however small that way may be. 

Last night, my family took me out to eat, presented me with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, and showered me with many thoughtful gifts. But, you know what? The best part of the evening was just being with them. There’s no other place on earth I’d rather be, nothing I’d rather be doing than where I am right now. And tonight, before church, there’ll be cake and coffee and it’ll be a lovely evening. 

I’ve had so much fun on this birthday, I just may decide to have another one–tomorrow!