The Top of The Hill

This week I turn the age that some people decide to stay at forever.  No, not twenty-nine; the other one.

Late January is a nice time to have a birthday.  It’s far enough from Christmas that I have money again, and it’s something to look forward to during the cold, winter months.  Well, that was when I actually looked forward to birthdays.  Now I can totally understand midlife crises.  I’m almost there.  Eek!

The first half of my life was all about growing, learning, and looking to the future.  Graduating, falling in love, getting married, having children, buying a home, pursuing careers, chasing dreams…

What will the second half be like?  I guess that all depends on my attitude and the decisions I make.  With five children, though, I’m pretty sure I’ll have grandchildren to love and spoil.  That’s something to look forward to.

The year I turned twenty-two was my hardest birthday because I realized I wasn’t where I had hoped to be by that point in my life.  But with that realization came the motivation to take control and make decisions that would move me forward.

My husband’s birthday is the day after mine.  One day every year (my birthday) he can claim that he is three years younger than me.  Calling your wife old on her birthday is not a wise thing to do, so I pat him on the head, snarl, and remind him that I’m not quite a cougar.

On my birthday, he takes me out to eat.  On his day, we share a cake and open presents.  When he turns forty, however, he has requested his own cake with forty candles to blow out.

We’ll see; by then he may have realized he’s reached the top of the hill and want to stick his head in the flames instead.