Celebrating Every Birthday

When you realize you slid by the edge of death a few times, you realize that you will NEVER complain about getting older. Sometimes, I would wonder why it would be important to celebrate 40 or 50 something. Now, there will never be a birthday I don’t celebrate.

After all, we are either living or we are dying. It is a choice. I don’t know when my last day will be, but I can choose to live each day to the fullest. I will light the candles, and take the grey hair. All the things I thought I cared about, no longer mattered. I know that the grey hair can happen and I will color it as long as I choose, but the wrinkles are just evidence that I have laughed and enjoyed every moment I can.

Why not embrace every decade for what it is? Now, I look forward to the day I am called grandma. It sounds fabulous to me, as I know that if I am lucky enough to hear that I am lucky enough to be alive to enjoy moments with our sons, and the families they create. My husband and I will celebrate our September birthdays and toast to another year each and every time.

We are never too old to sing, “Happy Birthday, and to make a wish!” I love singing to seniors at work as they make each birthday, and like they always tell me…. another birthday beats the alternative. So celebrate every one. Some never got the chance.