I'm HOW old?
Too bad I don’t feel and act that old. No way baby.
I keep waiting for the day that I mature. You know what I mean - the day that current music no longer appeals to me, or maybe the day I no longer scream at soccer matches because that would make me look childish. Instead, if you come to my house on my day off, my music would be as loud as my children’s. Oops, when I drove the company car yesterday to take the mail into town, I forgot to turn the radio down.
Sorry! I love me some heavy bass and pumped up beats.
I probably look like I’m mature. I say the right things, I do the right things, I don’t embarrass my husband in public. Things of that nature. I’m sure he’s proud of me for that one. Although, I think he yells louder at soccer matches than me. Hmmm.
I tend to think my husband has kept me young. I think he’s one of those guys, and pardon the mushy tone here, that ages supremely well. Over the years, he just gets better. He’s blended and morphed into a well-aged version of the 20 year old I met almost 24 years ago.
Twenty-four years ago? Good grief. Next you’ll be reminding me I’ve been out of school for 25 years. Wait….
Twenty-one years ago God decided I needed a birthday gift to keep me young – or make me age, I’ve never been certain. He entrusted us with a squirming bundle of lovely mocha skin and black hair. Esabelle Eden Herrera came screaming into our lives after two days of labor ending in a Cesarean section – she always did need a grand entrance.
I think God gave her to us on my birthday for several reasons.
1) It reminds me how old I really am.
2) She keeps me young with her wild, sassy ways.
3) Having her birthday on mine keeps me from being selfish.
Scratch that last one. Now that she’s on her own in college with her own apartment, I get more attention on my birthday. You know how it is – I’ve reclaimed it.
Just kidding!
In all seriousness, my theory about life is that it’s going to make you as old as you want to be. We can drag ourselves around and bemoan the fact that we’re getting so old. We can become dried out versions of the vibrant people we used to be, and decide that that’s it. Life is nothing but a continual slide down the hill of old age.
Sorry again!
You’ll probably have to drag me out of this life kicking and screaming. I love life and all the crazy house music it can give me. If we would just take the time to find what’s out there for us, some of us wouldn’t think our lives are over.
I love my kids, but I also look forward to the day they are all gone and I can spend time with my husband again. We want to travel and seek out the far-flung mysteries of this great big world. I enjoy the now, but I look forward to the future.
It’s bright there – I just know it.
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming – Holy cow, what a ride!” - Unknown