Hey, what can I say? This '53 Corvette seemed to fit me somehow, even if I was born in '54. I turned 53 today. If the picture fits, blog it!!! It has been a fairly quiet birthday---Philip's car wouldn't start so the guys' good intentions of letting me sleep REALLY late were sent down the tubes when he had to call me (and woke me up) at 7:55 for me to get Caleb to school by 8:30. Oatmeal breakfast, now a tradition on birthdays; playing of Mark Hayes arranged Christmas Carols on our piano; a nice noontime visit with the always wonderful Susan Vogel; a Dairy Queen cake at the office, which I broke a knife off in because it was still a teensy bit frozen; a trip to Half Price books for a new journal for a new year of life, a book that will be a Christmas present, and a half price Agatha Christie mystery. Supper cooked by my former spouse, kids wrote very lovely notes in cards, and the ice has begun. Let us hope for a snow day (ice is not nice, I know, but I vote for enough of it to keep us home.)
Birthdays bring lots of different emotions out in me---melancholy at times; sheer joy at others---I will admit, though, that I am feeling my age this year. With a birthday that hits at the end of charge conference season, "worn out" is often the state I find myself in---feeling good about the conferences this year in particular, but worn out. I think the melancholy comes from thinking about my own mother and father, and sister, who now live on that other shore where the light never dims and they are singing God's praises round the throne instead of sitting at my dinner table tonight singing me Happy Birthday. And it comes from the existential loneliness of it all---but I am no Nietzche and so it passes and most of the time, I really do know that all of it---life, time, death, milestones, loneliness, joy, are all in God's hands and as it all comes, so does God in a myriad of ways. And that is very good.
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Birthday blessings to you, Susan!
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