Friday, February 6, 2009

Another Birthday

Tomorrow is my Birthday. I never really care to make a big fuss about my Birthday; I was brought up in the tradition that "It's just another day". Dressing up, going out and partying never appeals to me. Now, of course, I'm happy to tack another year onto my current total, because it means that I have survived to have another Birthday, thanks to the wonders of modern medical care.

I don't know a single person who doesn't get older each day, and I would never choose to go back to when I was younger. Move forward, and don't look back. To anyone who doesn't want to "get old": consider the alternative!

Each day that I wake up and look at my wonderful husband's adorable face is the best day of my life. I am loved for exactly who I am, with all of my flaws and scars! Someone knows everything about me, the good and the bad, and that person loves me more each year that we're together. He even swears that I am more beautiful now than the day that we were married. What more could I ever wish for? Just to stay alive, so that we can continue growing old together...

Long before my illness, beginning in my childhood, I had lost so many family members that I already knew how precious and priceless life is. And, I believe that life is all about "the little things" which happen every day, and that many people unfortunately overlook.

My Father sent the following quote in my Birthday card several years ago:
"Every day is a gift; that's why we call it the Present".

My Mother gave me a plaque for my Birthday a long time ago that said: "There's something to love in every day".

I couldn't agree more.

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