Henry ran into the kitchen and wished me a happy birthday and asked how old I was, so I told him 36. He said you are just like me I am 36 too. A few months ago we took him to the doctor and they got his weight which was 36lbs and now he tells everyone he is 36 yrs old. But don't worry he knows he is turning 5 on his next birthday. Which he excited told me is next after mine.
Birthdays just don't have the same excitement for me anymore. Its a getting older, having a child and not being able to spend the day spoiling myself. Although I did have Lucky Charms for breakfast. This year my mom planned our family camp out for tonight so I do get a party. And she is making Red Velvet Whoopie Pies for my candles except they won't all fit. One is good.
I don't mind getting older but if I part my hair in the right spot I have more gray which reminds me of the passing of time. Watching Henry play soccer does that too. He is growing up so fast. Which is good but.......I can't call him my baby anymore one because he doesn't like it and two because he isn't. He is so like his dad, watching him run across the field I have flashbacks to Rob in track. He will do well if he chooses to do that.
I had my niece Zoey most of the day yesterday and maybe that has something to do with my melancholy today I always thought we would have more kids. Not that we are too old just thinking of the passing time. I am glad that Heavenly Father is in charge and I know my little guy needs me. That reminder was good. Today is a day to celebrate my life and those in it. Maybe Henry and I will go buy Legos for me for my birthday present from him.
Live is good!!
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