Today I have been on the planet for… 45 years.
Forty five years. Wow. I remember when that was a hundred years away.
My daughter is seventeen, and I remember seventeen. I REMEMBER seventeen and many things about that age that I hope my daughter won’t be remembering when she’s my age. Then again, if I take my mommy hat off for a minute, I hope she does. I want her to do the crazy things she’ll sit around a fire telling stories about later, I just don’t want to know she’s doing them.
I remember turning nineteen when that was the drinking age in Texas…for five whole months. Then it changed to 21 and I had to be a baby using fake id’s again…um…I mean, I had to stay home again.
I remember leaving home at twenty and moving 300 miles away…learning about what big cities were like. I remember having my daughter at 27, moving back home at 32, trying to open a bookstore at 35, going back to crunching numbers behind a desk at 37, and getting remarried at 39.
Where on earth did all the time go? Suddenly that arbitrary age that seemed a century away is lying on me like a blanket, with aching muscles and not quite so taut skin. Highlights and lowlights that cover up more gray than I care to admit.
But that’s okay. I’m still here. And still kickin’. I’m blessed and happy to be here to see another year!! Tonight will be Mexican food gorging, and ice cream cake. Because it’s all about the ice cream cake.
Now I need to go see what my seventeen year old is doing… 🙂