Birthdays and Chocolate

I have one of those birthdays coming up!
Dad Gum, I cannot figure out how the numbers got so high!
I look in the mirror as I pass by and I sometime wonder...who IS this white-haired woman I am looking at. And then I realize it is me!!

I never thought I would get this many years. I never really thought about it, actually.
I remember when I was nearing my 40th birthday, my daughter said that she would help me enjoy my birthday, even if she had to wheel me to the table in a wheelchair. haha

I don't really "feel" like that many years old, and most people comment how I don't Look that number but I think, secretly,they are lying and are being kind....of course, they tell me that on my good days. But I feel wonderful! And I feel like I am "wiser" and "smarter" about more things than I have ever been. I try to learn something new and I don't believe in being stagnant in your habits and your daily schedule. I like to be spontaneous. It's fun and it keeps you wondering what lies ahead. Of course, God is always my guide in these happenings and decisions. I am so glad He never leaves my side. I need Him.

Birthdays were always a big deal in my house when I was a kid growing up in Florida.
On your birthday, you could have any menu you chose for the supper meal and you didn't have to do anything..no chores...all day long. I don't really remember many of the presents but I do remember being able to pick what we had for dinner that night. Loved doing it. And I think I still have that love for planning what to eat. Woe is me on that basis.

And there was always a homemade birthday cake. My sis made the best cakes. And, of course, mine was always chocolate. Can't remember when I started eating chocolate and loving it so much; maybe it was when I was a baby and maybe they gave me chocolate milk to drink instead of white. I know I never cared for white milk when I was young...maybe that's why.

I remember the few times I would be able to buy my lunch in the cafeteria at school and I always tried to get the chocolate milk. Much to my regret, all the other kids loved it too and by the time I got to the milk selection, the chocolate was all gone. ha ha

Now my two kids are grown and it makes me feel older to tell their ages than it does mine.
Interestingly enough, though, is that the people I am hanging around with have the same age children and some even older. So I guess I have to look at those "old" people and know I am one of them.

But there is old and there is OLD. Man alive! I see some of the guys and gals that I graduated from school with and I wonder what happened to them. They are in such deep ruts...they don't even want to go a few extra (I'm talking 10 miles!) to try a new resturant, or they talk about the people they used to have dealings with and tell all the bad things about them (I think that is called gossip) and they complain about the food in the resturant, no matter where we are.
What in the world made them so negative and so OLD? I am not feeling superior to them by any means, but I feel sorry that they are missing so much joy in their lives by being so "shut off" and negative.

Life is to be lived in expectation of excitement and of something happening that brings us joy.....even when we have hard times or bad things happen.
It is supposed to be lived as though this is the last day of your life...lived to the fullest...with the most laughs...and the most love...and the wonderful positive things you can share with others.
This is what life is all about. And this is also a witness for my sweet Jesus...that's what He made us for...to talk with Him and to serve Him by helping to make someone else's life a little happier and thinking positive. It makes such a difference.