Today, I’m celebrating one of those Big Birthdays–the 7oth anniversary of the day I was born. I’m embarking on a new decade of life. I have to admit the number is a little jolting to my eyes and ears. (Thank you very much for sending me that shocking card, Sandy S.)
70.
Seventy.
Seven-Zero.
I remember when I thought 70 was OLD.
How silly of me. I say silly because beyond the fact that I’ve learned a few more things about myself and this life, I don’t feel much different inside than I did in my 30s, 40s and so on.
However, I am sometimes taken aback when I look in the mirror and catch a glimpse of my mother in the reflection. I’d swear they put her picture on my new driver’s license last week. That’s not bad–she was cute. It’s just a bit surprising.
I’ll admit, every decade brings its challenges, but I’m blessed to be reasonably healthy and happily married to a wonderful man, and the mother and grandmother of a bunch of great guys and dolls. I’m loved by a large extended family and called friend by some very special folks. Because you’re reading this, you’re included somewhere in there.
Life is good.
I want to embrace every single God-given moment of it joyfully. Shout hooray because I get to spend another day with Terry and the people I love.
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| On our 40th anniversary. In July I’ll celebrate 42 years with this wonderful guy. |
I get to feel the breeze on my face, see the sun paint the morning sky red, smell gardenias and rosemary, eat chocolate, drink good coffee, sing if I feel like it, read a little, write some words, talk with friends. I could go on and on, but you get my drift.
Even though my body betrays me a little more each year, I love my life. I’m optimistically pushing back because I understand it’s the outside packaging that wears out or malfunctions, not the inner man.
I hope I grow a little wiser, kinder and more grateful this year. I want to truly live right up to the second I step out of this “earth suit” into God’s next grand adventure. I’m looking forward to whatever comes next.
Yes, I firmly believe I’ll meet my Maker one day and see loved ones who have gone on before me. But until that time, I love my life.
I hope you love yours, too.
By the way, whatever number OLD is–and I’m not even sure OLD is a number–It’s not 70.
Trust me. I know from experience.
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ahhh, you are just a few months older than I. . .I'll join you in October. . .loved today's blog – enjoy your day!!
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What a beautiful commentary on Life. I'd never have guessed your age and whatever that number is, I know how you feel about the Inner Person. Bless you, Dorothy! Happy Birthday, again and again and again…Love from Jane
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Thank you! I'm in good company. We celebrate two of my classmates' birthdays in October.
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Thank you, Jane. Your making me smile again!
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Happy birthday. You are blessed and I'm blessed because of you.
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Thank you! I agree that I am blessed. The feelings about our friendship runs both ways.
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Seventy is O-L-D???? Not on your life, girl! I'll hit the next round number in July. And I'm betting that then, I'll deem 90 as old! Great post; great testimony. xoxo
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I'm with you, and when we hit 90 if God is so good to allow it, 100 will be old. You're so vibrant. You'll always be young.
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I am MUCH older than you, chronologically at least. Never too old to have fun.
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I don't think about the age difference because you are young thinking and living.
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It's important to keep this outlook that never ages you. Happy Day!
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That's my plan. Happy Day to you, too!
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