Happy Birthday to Me!

Today is my 61st birthday, and that seems impossible. Yesterday I was a kid, riding my bike or rollerskating all over the neighborhood. I think it was last night that I was a teenage girl. Feisty. Outgoing. Loving to sing with my sis and our friend. Going to Youth Camp and Campmeeting at Sunset Hills. After graduation, working at Johnson's Music Store in downtown Granite before marrying my sweetie the next summer. And wasn't it this morning that I was cradling a precious baby boy in my arms? Such fun. A child raising a child. This afternoon it was a beautiful, olive-skinned, black-haired baby girl. A few hours ago, that baby boy joined the military, met a lovely young woman, and began a family of his own. My precious baby girl married, divorced and began making her mark in the world as a sophisticated young woman. So, when did I get old? Not that 61 is "old", in the most accurate sense of the word, but I used to THINK it was. No more. I remember all the yesterdays, and sometimes long for them. Dating that dark-haired young man who always treated me with such courtesy and decorum was exciting. Now he's balding and paunchy, but he still loves me supremely. And we still have such fun being together. Our children have grown into wonderful people. Our son brought a lovely daughter-in-law into our lives, and we have five grandchildren who bring such sunshine to every day (and two granddogs!). So, happy birthday to me. Life is good. I'm content where I am. My 61st year is going to be a great one!