I just can't help it...I get excited around my birthday. Around Christmas. Around my children's birthdays. Around vacay time! I just get excited! I can't help myself! In fact, I have pretty much renamed May to the Month of Velvet or commonly known as MOV!
This year, though....45. Oh my gosh. Forty frickin' five? When did this happen? I remember being a young lady in my 20s....I had babies, two of them! I had a waist, a defined waist! I had eyes without lines! I had clothes that were size single digit! Single frickin' digits!! I had hair that was all brown, nothing else, just brown! I could jump, literally, out of bed and run to find out what was wrong with my crying baby. I could walk the beach without stopping. I could vacuum the floors without wheezing. I could climb stairs and not wonder how...many...more...steps....are....there??? I could speed in my car and know I was probably cute enough to talk my way out of a ticket! I could look at Junior clothes without being judged. I could get out of bed and not hold onto the small of my back and stretch for 15 minutes before standing up straight! I could, literally, run to the store! I could read small print without the aide of another pair of glasses! I could eat anything I wanted and still button...my....pants! I could reach around and zip up my own dress, all...by....myself! I could put my long hair up in a cute ponytail and swing it from side to side! I could giggle! I could stand from a seated position without noise! I could just walk on by the wrinkle cream in the store. I didn't know what heartburn was! I could go to a restaurant with my husband and look at all the babies and smile when they fussed and cried! Medication? Everyday? What?!?
But, alas...I am what I am. I am a 45-year-old middle-aged woman who has two grown children, an empty nest, and a dog! I've certainly come a long way. I know the importance of family and good friends. I know how wonderful it is to laugh until you cry. I know the heartache of regret. I know all the should haves and could haves and what could have beens. I know the hurt of death and saying goodbye for the last time. I know what it means to forgive and to forget. I know the dark, blue days will pass. I know what love feels like.
I know what if feels like to know I'd do it all over again.
Age, really, is just a number. That old saying that you are as old as you feel is true. Some days, I feel all of my 45 years, sometimes I only feel half of them! Getting older (and wiser?!?) every year sure beats the alternative.
XOXO
Velvet
This year, though....45. Oh my gosh. Forty frickin' five? When did this happen? I remember being a young lady in my 20s....I had babies, two of them! I had a waist, a defined waist! I had eyes without lines! I had clothes that were size single digit! Single frickin' digits!! I had hair that was all brown, nothing else, just brown! I could jump, literally, out of bed and run to find out what was wrong with my crying baby. I could walk the beach without stopping. I could vacuum the floors without wheezing. I could climb stairs and not wonder how...many...more...steps....are....there??? I could speed in my car and know I was probably cute enough to talk my way out of a ticket! I could look at Junior clothes without being judged. I could get out of bed and not hold onto the small of my back and stretch for 15 minutes before standing up straight! I could, literally, run to the store! I could read small print without the aide of another pair of glasses! I could eat anything I wanted and still button...my....pants! I could reach around and zip up my own dress, all...by....myself! I could put my long hair up in a cute ponytail and swing it from side to side! I could giggle! I could stand from a seated position without noise! I could just walk on by the wrinkle cream in the store. I didn't know what heartburn was! I could go to a restaurant with my husband and look at all the babies and smile when they fussed and cried! Medication? Everyday? What?!?
But, alas...I am what I am. I am a 45-year-old middle-aged woman who has two grown children, an empty nest, and a dog! I've certainly come a long way. I know the importance of family and good friends. I know how wonderful it is to laugh until you cry. I know the heartache of regret. I know all the should haves and could haves and what could have beens. I know the hurt of death and saying goodbye for the last time. I know what it means to forgive and to forget. I know the dark, blue days will pass. I know what love feels like.
I know what if feels like to know I'd do it all over again.
Age, really, is just a number. That old saying that you are as old as you feel is true. Some days, I feel all of my 45 years, sometimes I only feel half of them! Getting older (and wiser?!?) every year sure beats the alternative.
XOXO
Velvet
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