Birth. Day. The day of birth. My 75th Birthday.
Birthdays are really important to me. Well, I suppose they are to most people, but you see I have Jesus’ half birthday. July 25th. Technically it’s not the half way point, a little over, 7 months from December 25th. But it’s close enough for me.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways
This birthday, however, was a little different. 1947 – 2022. By my calculations that’s 75 years old. How did that happen? 50 was no problem. 60 and even 70 Okay. But 75? Nope. Not liking that one bit.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways.
I’ll keep it under wraps. No one needs to know. I mean I think I can pass for younger.
For decades I’ve been the master of “Elephants Under the Rug”. Pretend I had it all together when I didn’t. Pretend we had enough money, when we didn’t. The perfect childhood. Perfect marriage. Perfect family. None of them perfect. I mean, is there such a thing?
And now it’s my age. Old. Older. Pretend. Deny. Sweep it under the rug with all those other elephants!
You’d think I’d learn. Secrets. They just don’t work. Pretending I wasn’t 75 was not going to keep me from being 75. Why couldn’t I accept it?
Until. . .Until. . .we were in the Albuquerque Airport leaving on our Anniversary trip to France. There was THE SIGN! I thought, let me snap a picture of that. Then a little voice said there was a better idea.
“Bill, take a photo of me next to this sign.” And yes, it was my 75th birthday.
In that one moment, I began embracing 75. Not as a slipping, but as a mighty hooray. I’ve been given 75 years on this earth. Hopefully many more. Now the question for me is, how am I going to spend them?
Thank you, Albuquerque Airport. Thank you “Little Voice”.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways
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