Fabulous Fair Friends…

I never really look forward to birthdays anymore. When I was turning 37 it just didn’t really seem like something to celebrate. When you’re small it’s really great turning 5 and then 10 because it’s finally DOUBLE DIGITS! Then you have the mile stone birthdays…Sweet 16, 18, 21…even 30 it’s like you’re finally an established adult. Then you go through a period (at least I did) which is often called ‘middle-aged’ in which it’s just another year older, another year closer to being old.That’s the period I’m in now. I figure once you get to about 70 birthdays become a reason to celebrate again because you MADE it this far. Being 80, 90, 100 is such an accomplishment and people are really excited the bigger the number gets. Just like with Powerball. I had a couple of years from 37 to 39 that I refused to celebrate and I was miserable and my dear friends allowed me to be. All I wanted to do was wallow in my age related depression LOL. My friends and family got tired of that bullshit that would last from the end of January until March so they reached down into my self made abyss and jerked me out with silly string and parties and love…and birthday cards reading “WE’RE NOT GETTING OLDER WE’RE GETTING BETTER” and then when I open it “NOW YOU SAY IT TO ME” . Even when I was depressed about my age getting into to my forties I knew it was cliche and I HATE being cliche but I couldn’t help it. It’s cliche for a reason. It effects a LOT of people. I am glad that I had such a FUN group of friends and my sons to celebrate my “special” day with. They really made me feel special last year and then this year they took me to the fair all day with unlimited ride bands 😀

Triple birthday party at the fair…such a fun group of people

The three birthday ladies

Not a care in the world and in this moment age truly IS Just a number….really it’s not even a number. The concept of age doesn’t even exist for a brief time