Last week was my birthday and it has now launched me into my26th year… that is, I’ve completed 25 years of my life.
My sister Rosemary called on the morning of my birthday to
wish me a happy day. In the course of
our conversation she pointed out to me that I’ve lived a quarter of a
century. “You know, you’re old,” she
told me from her vantage point of 17 years of age. “And if you are really unlucky, you’ve now
lived about half of your life.”
wish me a happy day. In the course of
our conversation she pointed out to me that I’ve lived a quarter of a
century. “You know, you’re old,” she
told me from her vantage point of 17 years of age. “And if you are really unlucky, you’ve now
lived about half of your life.”
“Thanks,” I told her.
One of the lovely things about being the oldest is my three younger
siblings. They just love telling me how
old I am.
One of the lovely things about being the oldest is my three younger
siblings. They just love telling me how
old I am.
Later, I went to work at the Yarn Spot, where I got wishedhappy birthday again. There, everyone in
the store was telling me how young I was, “a practical baby.” It’s amazing the range of reactions turning
25 gets.
I guess I expected 25 to come through with more of a flair,
but I feel like 24 was actually a bigger birthday, in some ways for me. More was starting or beginning a year ago,
now I’m in a rythmn, and 25 just represents another year turning, a
continuation of the story instead of a new book or new chapter. This is not a bad thing, as beginning over
and over again can be exhausting. That
re-forming and re-defining of yourself and your surroundings is tiring.
but I feel like 24 was actually a bigger birthday, in some ways for me. More was starting or beginning a year ago,
now I’m in a rythmn, and 25 just represents another year turning, a
continuation of the story instead of a new book or new chapter. This is not a bad thing, as beginning over
and over again can be exhausting. That
re-forming and re-defining of yourself and your surroundings is tiring.
The weekend following Michael and I had a small birthdayparty. It was supposed to be bigger, but
many people had to step out at the last moment.
Ellie made me a lovely rainbow confection again, this time a cake
instead of cupcakes. Any more of this
and it will start becoming a tradition.
It was delicious, and Michael and I were eating the leftovers several
days afterward.
My friends at the Yarn Spot got me some lovely yarn they
know I have been eyeing. Bobbi acquired
a really neat puzzle from Interweave that I’m looking forward to putting
together. My family also showered me
with cards and love.
know I have been eyeing. Bobbi acquired
a really neat puzzle from Interweave that I’m looking forward to putting
together. My family also showered me
with cards and love.
How do you celebrate birthdays? Do you make a big deal about it? What was your 25th birthday like
(if you’ve had it), or what do you imagine it being like if you haven’t? I’d like to know.
(if you’ve had it), or what do you imagine it being like if you haven’t? I’d like to know.
PS: Also, I called my mother on my birthday and thanked her
for birthing me. I suggest that you do
that for your mother too. And as my
mother said this year when I thanked her, she laughed and said “Oh, I remember that like it was
yesterday.” I don’t think she was
talking about the joyfulness of the occasion.
for birthing me. I suggest that you do
that for your mother too. And as my
mother said this year when I thanked her, she laughed and said “Oh, I remember that like it was
yesterday.” I don’t think she was
talking about the joyfulness of the occasion.
