This is my birthday weekend. Tomorrow is my birthday, and I will be dozens of years old. It doesn't seem possible that I can be as old as I am, when inside, my mind still feels like a younger version of myself. I'm still goofy, irreverent, sarcastic and in short, immature sometimes.
I'm not going to get all maudlin and reminiscent on you, don't worry. I'm just kinda shocked to be this number. My 12-year-old self is saying, “Wow, you're OLD!”
My husband keeps asking me what I want for my birthday. What I really want can't be bought or made. I want to stop taking these horrid shots. I want a cure for disease; all disease, including mental illness. I want my family to be happy and healthy. I want my friends to be happy and healthy. I want people to stop being mean, spiteful and oblivious. Those are the things I really want for my birthday. The things that can't be wrapped; the intangible things.
Since I won't be getting what I really want, I'll ask for an Alex and Ani bracelet. I like them, and they're fairly inexpensive.
I never had one until my friend bought me one. It was a just because gift, which was a nice surprise. In fact, she bought matching birthstone bracelets for both of us (her birthday is right after mine). I love them now. It was a sweet and thoughtful gesture, and I think of her each time I put on the bracelet.
Isn't it funny how memory works? One little thing can set off a waterfall of memories. It could be a smell, a song, a face, or a color. Of course the older I get, memory lane gets longer too.
So, tomorrow is my birthday. Maybe one of these years I'll acquire the wisdom that is supposed to come with age.
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