So, today is my birthday. And let me correct you before you start thinking this is a play for gifts or lots of attention it's not. I actually considered keeping this private and more like a diary entry, but the Lord's been working on my transparency and vulnerability for a while now so I figured I should share.
I can remember asking my mom how old she was when I was little and having her think for a while then answer. I would always think you don't know how old you are?! I have lost track too, of how old I am. I'm 28, as of today. I only know that, though, because I went back and calculated. This is really the first time I've felt a little bummed. I do feel a little old (now don't go telling me about how old YOU are. That's not the point.), but I'm more disappointed about the lack of celebration.
Birthday parties have always be big at our house. I've pretty much had a party of some kind every year (except the year that I turned 10 when all my friends pulled out at the last minute. But we're not gonna talk about that!). But this year I decided not to have a party 'cause I didn't want to throw my own--and because we don't have any money. I think that's another reason I'm a little bummed. No gifts from my family. Every year around Christmas and birthdays we're BROKE. And my husband is not creative about fun stuff that you don't have to pay for.
So all this to say, "Poor, me!" Now that I'm done "cryin' in my beer" I'm off to go suck it up! And have a fun day with my kids.
