Tomorrow, I will be 44 years old.
And I feel fantastic. I feel fabulous. I feel happy. I am not ashamed of my age. I am not shy about telling people I will be 44 years old.
I’m a bit of a child when it comes to my birthday. I always have been. I was the kind of kid who would wake up extra early on my birthday and nag my parents to get up. I’m still like that. What can I say, a child at heart and I embrace that. I love the presents. I love knowing I’m going to get to spend time with friends and family, celebrating ME, yes, perhaps I’m a bit of a narcissist, I LOVE being the center of attention and what better time than a birthday. I love celebrating. My birthday, your birthday, an achievement, an anniversary, heck, just life. And there’s not better excuse for a celebration than LIFE right?
My husband doesn’t get it. He doesn’t go in for the big birthday celebration, he likes his birthday to pass as low key as possible. Not me. I want it all. I want to be woken up by birthday singing and cake and Champagne, balloons, bells and whistles.
I want to celebrate. And I’ve often felt really childish about that sentiment. Until I watched this video from my friend Wenchy which she posted the other day on her birthday. And it really struck a chord with me.
She is so right!
Turning 44 is a privilege denied to many. I feel it must be celebrated. Every day is a gift and I got the gift of another year. Another year with my children, my family, my friends and all the things I love. A celebration of another year of life and the hope of another year of life. Because life is a gift and not a guarantee.