Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Much to Celebrate
Thirty.
FIVE...
... as in, the age my mother was when I was 9.
... as in, the age when NBA players - the lucky ones whose careers aren't cut short - RETIRE.
... as in, halfway to 70 and a whole lot closer to 40 than I ever imagined I'd be.
The funny thing is, though, I don't feel a day over 16. In fact, I fully expect half my high school to show up later tonite for a Sam's Club sheet cake and a rousing round of Bigger or Better.
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| Flag football, it turns out, is made all the more exhilerating when the "field" is full of groundhog-style holes. Just ask my brother-in-law! |
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| Does this picture make anyone else think: "Cinderelly, Cinderelly, Night and day, it's Cinderelly..."? |
Her wish is my command.
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| Huntybun knows what her Aunta likes! |
Anyway, while Lizzie Gray whitewashed every piece of tile and slab of linoleum in the house, Jeremy was tending to the grill. He made the barbecue; our mothers cooked the sides; sisters came through with other odds and ends, and Lila, as you can see, brought the centerpiece. All I had to do was show up and celebrate, and that's exactly what I did.
I celebrated a husband thoughtful enough to not only plan the event but to also spend hours prepping food and pulling weeds before the big day came. I celebrated a family wonderful enough to spend a nite hanging out at my house, and I celebrated a knowledge that, at "Thirty.FIVE," I can finally say that there's not a thing about my life that I would change.
"I will sing to the Lord, because He has dealt bountifully with me."
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"Change" is actually a great way to describe going ons at the Pressleys' place - birthdays, too, now that I think of it. Come sometime around November 5th, Jeremy and I will be experiencing the birth day of our first baby, and man, will things change then!
Since finding out about the baby several weeks ago, we've been referring to him / her as "Biscuit," my thinking being that, if I'm gonna have anything "in the oven," I'd WAY rather it be a Biscuit than a "Bun." That to say, don't be confused if you start reading here about a "Biscuit."
Whether it's a boy or a girl, names have been picked; nursery decors have been decided, and, most importantly, a first Disney trip has been added to the family travel plan.
Between now and then, I'm just gonna show up and celebrate.
"Change" is actually a great way to describe going ons at the Pressleys' place - birthdays, too, now that I think of it. Come sometime around November 5th, Jeremy and I will be experiencing the birth day of our first baby, and man, will things change then!
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| As you can see by this picture, Jeremy and I are just a few months away from becoming the proud parents of what appears to be a manatee. |
Whether it's a boy or a girl, names have been picked; nursery decors have been decided, and, most importantly, a first Disney trip has been added to the family travel plan.
Between now and then, I'm just gonna show up and celebrate.
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Congratulations on the birthday AND the biscuit!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! And thanks for reading!
DeleteGlad you are back to blogging. I needed more to do!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Kristin & Jeremy! So happy & excited for you! That's one Biscuit I can't wait to meet! :) Happy belated birthday, too, JKSP!
ReplyDelete~jada
Thanks, Jada! I can't wait to meet Biscuit, either! 25 more weeks, give or take, though we may find out boy or girl next week, if s/he cooperates:)
DeleteHappy birthday to you, too! Will be here before you know it:)
Congrats!!
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