I Woke up Like This

Well, ok, and had a shower, did my hair and put on some make-up for once. What I mean is, I woke up 57 today.  I went to bed 56 and woke up 57 and, although I hate having my picture taken, there comes a time when you realize this is as good as it gets and, (curse you Sir Isaac) gravity isn't going to reverse, and even though you feel 17 inside, (most days) you better get that picture before another 10, or 20 years passes because you will look back and wish you had a decent picture from when you were "younger". Have I perfected the run on sentence? Yes, I think I have.

 A couple weeks ago Earl actually said, "you know, we're pushing 60", which got him the stink eye and the comment that I am not actually pushing anything, thankyouverymuch. Sixty can take care of itself.

Am I the only one who has a love/hate relationship with Birthdays? On the one hand, cake, presents, special fun. On the other hand, wrinkles, creaky joints and wondering if it's time to touch up your roots.  All kidding aside, I am grateful for another year. I find that as the years pass there are some benefits to getting older. For one, the aging is mostly on the outside. I still really do feel young but with the added bonus of 57 years of wisdom and experience.  I am kinder to myself, I care less about outside opinions and more about who I am inside. I am determined to grow older gracefully and keep learning. I know that, even with 57 years of "wisdom and experience", I have a long way to go and a lot to learn. I also have a lot to give.  So Happy Birthday to me.  It's going to be a wonderful day! My youngest daughter is coming to spend the day with me, Earl is taking me to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants tonight, and this weekend my oldest is flying in for a day and we have a big family cookout planned. I think the older we get the more days we should get to celebrate right?

Got any big plans for the weekend?