Today I am 38. I'm not sure what happened to 37. It seems like just yesterday I was 36. The last two years have been a blur. I am very thankful to be celebrating my birthday this year. I was at the store check-out a few months ago, when the young clerk told me it was his birthday. The kid couldn't have been much older than twenty. He commented about feeling old and not looking forward to birthdays anymore. I smiled to myself. Then I decided to speak up. I told him that I had just finished a brutal battle with cancer, and how thankful I will be to celebrate my birthday. Growing old is a gift. Every wrinkle, every scar, every gray hair, each representing an experience that makes us who we are. It is sad the lengths we go through to cover them, and how little we value aging.
I remember a friend once prayed for me. He prayed for long life. He prayed that I would see my grandchildren. It took my breath away. I had not dared to hope for that. My prayer was that my kids would have a mom as long as they needed one. But grandchildren! Oh what a gift that will be!
I'm excited to grow old. I'm excited for 40. I'm excited for 50 and 60 and 70...
What wonderful opportunities to celebrate the gift of life!