Happy Birthday to me!

Well, I’m another year older!  I’m not one of those people who is afraid of getting older. I love my birthday.  How did this one go?

I’m 38 years old, just 2 years away from the big 4-0, and my husband will not let me forget it.  But, I’m not bothered by that.  Everyone has to get older. But, luckily, I have 2 very small children that keep me very young.  I don’t feel 38.  I don’t feel old (well, except for the aches and pains).

This year was tough.  Back in Florida, I had just started to get some real friends over the last few years.  I had people who were there for me when I needed them, who would call me to do things.  But, just 2 1/2 months ago, we moved away, to San Antonio, TX, where we know nobody.  So, this birthday, there was no dinner with friends, there was no party. I started to feel sad.  I got 6 phone calls and 4 texts.  1 friend called.  None of those friends I thought I had in Orlando called or even texted me.  None of them sent a card.  I got Facebook posts from them, but when you are someone’s friend, you would think a text message would be sent.

I at least have 2 wonderful children and 1 amazing husband.  They took very good care of me on my birthday. I am so lucky to have them.