My Birthday
My birthday is a
bittersweet kind of day. It marks the day when my life took a sharp turn. On my
sixteenth birthday I got home from work to the news that my dad lost his job.
That kind of news can take the celebratory mood away from any day much less one’s
birthday. And I’m pretty certain when my dad told me he lost his job I
said “You’re kidding”. I honestly didn’t really believe him… until he didn’t go
to work the next day. Fast forward a year and I was spending my birthday
packing boxes to move.
Don’t get me
wrong, I love my life up here, but there is something to be said for home. The
place I grew up. Where I learned how to ride a bike. Where I opened my American
girl doll on Christmas morning. Where I practiced hours of piano. Where Sunday
afternoons were spent together eating food and aimlessly looking at ads in the newspaper.
There is something to be said for home. So while most people get excited about
their birthday I am usually feeling pretty nostalgic. It reminds me of change
(of which I’m not a huge enthusiast) and what I had to leave behind.
Despite my
sometimes melancholy mood about my birthday, today I am feeling pretty blessed.
Mims, sunshine, cheesecake, singing, lotion, and a new board game. These may
seem like random unimportant things, but they mean something to me. They remind
me of the people in my life. If it were not for that I would only be thinking
about the sad part of my birthday, but these things make me feel pretty
blessed.
Thanks for sharing this Bizzy. I'm glad to have your very dear family up here in the North. Very glad. Still, I feel your loss through this beautifully written 'work-of-heart'. You are loved up here, and missed down there at the same time.
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