My Birthday Weekend
Birthdays - the idea of getting older - never phased me much. In fact, I thought of them as little more than a really good excuse to make time to get together with friends and family....and to eat ice cream cake. This year, though, I struggled mightily as December approached. For the first time, I really felt like I was getting old, and not older but truly old. I'd never cared much about the comments - as often as I heard them - that we were taking a different path in life, that we were married X years/were X age and didn't have kids...so maybe, as so many people around me are having or have discussed being done having babies, my age had finally hit me. Or maybe I really am just.that.old. now..... Regardless, the past three days, my birthday weekend, have been wonderful, and today I can safely say I don't really feel all that old at all! Friday, with Brian's support (and not so subtle reminders that I put in my fair share of time and then some), I took my one a