In blogger years, I’m old. REALLY old. Prior to the arrival of my birthday on Saturday, I browsed through my computer, trying to find pictures of birthdays past. Perhaps I was feeling a bit nostalgic in my older age… Sadly, I realized that there were no photos. There were no photos in of myself in my twenties, or my thirties. That was a very painful time in my life. I lived in fear of seeing myself in a photo because, no matter what my weight, I always looked too fat. I lived in fear of the camera. I lived, fearing life.
What did I do this year? I took pictures! This year is a milestone in my life because I am celebrating my recovery. I am celebrating being born into this wonderful life that has had it’s trials, and I am celebrating an acceptance of my imperfect, healthy body. Here’s a recap of my birthday in pictures…..
As I was getting ready for a day date with my husband, he surprised me with the most amazing ring. Maybe I did fill out a wish list on Overstock. But, he was the one that picked it from my wish list and gifted it to me. To be honest, I am always asked about the scars on my hands. Although I never tell anyone, these are the scars from a bulimic past. I used to be embarrassed of my hands, but now, I just consider the scars a sign of the battle I am winning.
My perfect day always involves sipping wine. Ashton even agreed to indulge me by sampling the wines. Not one to have patience for lots of small samples, Ashton usually forgoes the sampling in favor of a full glass. I love learning about the different wines. It never gets old to me.
We found a wine that was amazing with pepper jack cheese. Usually, I try to forgo dairy. But, it’s a rule that you must indulge on your birthday.
I had the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. As the Zac Brown Band says, “Life is good today”.
My perfect day ended in celebration with my family. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do without the love and support of my family. They are the most important thing in my world. The only thing that would have made my birthday more perfect would have been spending time with my in-laws. We don’t live as close to them, and I miss them so much.
I am always allowed to choose my birthday dinner. Usually, it involves the world’s best barbecue chicken and homemade slaw.
I always enjoy the cards that my twin nieces and nephew make for me. I have everything they have ever made. What will I do when they get too old to be sweet?
I was showered with gifts from my family. I always love seeing the things that they chose for me. There is a story behind the squirrel nut cracker. I have coveted this very squirrel since I spied it in my sisters attic months ago. Anyone who knows me knows that I love nuts! I begged for this squirrel for months. My sister had bought it for my mother, but I begged to have it. I connected with this squirrel in the dark depths of my sister’s attic. Needless to say, I was overjoyed when she finally gifted the squirrel to me. It’s a good thing, because I had already cleared a spot for it in my kitchen!
As always, my husband “surprised” me with a cake from Mickey’s Pastry. Seriously, they are the best.
In all, my thighs are fatter than they have been in my adult life. Am I willing to trade rail-thin thighs for a second chance at a fabulous life? Absolutely. Happy birthday to me. This year, I’m eating cake!
Do you think that life gets better as you get older? Which age has been your favorite? Please comment! I would love to hear your response!