I’ve held off posting about this… because, as I told a friend, being 39 is such a bleah event: You don’t yet quite have the excuse of having a midlife crisis, yet you’re nowhere near the vicinity of “young and fresh” anymore. Now I do look forward to being 40 next year, though. Forty is the new “coming of age” age.
That said, I did have a great birthday. The kids made me this card:
The inside of the card. Josh said he got tired that’s why he didn’t finish writing “birthday.” The mad scribbling was Zoë’s contribution, apparently.
AND Josh wrote and sang me this song (the words to the notes on the card):
I love you, I miss you
(Yes, the song only has two lines that repeat ad nauseam, with each repeat of the line higher and higher in pitch.)
and Zoë would finish up the song with
I love you so much.
I love these kiddos. So much.
Chris got me the Wii Fit and we’ve been having fun with the crazy exercises. I found out that I’m VERY good at hula hoops, but totally suck at heading off soccer balls. Both kids get way higher scores at that than me.
As if being one year away from 40 is not enough reminder that I’m getting on in age, some wise guy thought it was a good idea to plaster our high school pics all over Facebook! The nerve! I felt like somebody raided my box of high school photos.
It was great, though, to see some old familiar faces and even greater still to read the comments that some have left under the photos. Still the same wacky, irreverent humor I remember. I went through the comments and couldn’t stop laughing. I saw our prom photos and just marveled at how much hairspray we must have used to get our hair up the way it did. I saw us in our PE uniform, in our regular uniform and wondered how on earth we’d ever thought we were cool.
Looking through the pics made me feel like I’d stepped back into our carefree high school days, those days when we felt that everything was about us. I had a ball in high school. Looking back on those days always makes me smile.