I’ll admit i had a hard time turning 50. Birthdays? What are those?
Just a time to get together and a good excuse to eat cake without
guilt. I didn’t mind turning 20,
30, 40 felt like a holiday, a freedom from 30’s (those were hard years) but
50?!? Seriously, that is a big
number and what does it even mean?
Am I too old for skinny pants?
Am I too old to go to the trampoline park with my kids (who aren’t
really kids anymore). Am I old
enough that I can wear bling without my son telling me I should move to Tooele? At what age can wear what we want? Tierra’s and cupcake dresses? Hmm, I think
that ship sailed and I wasn’t on board, unfortunately.


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Luke sitting on my stomach |
In spite of all my misgivings, I had a terrific birth-day or
birth-week. I flew to DC and spent 30 perfect hours with my sister, Cristy (we saw the ballet Dracula), I spend my birthday at the zoo with Toby, Luke, Mariah, Rob and crew, Taylor threw me amazing party, Toby got me a slab-roller for pottery, friends, and family
were amazing. I felt loved and
supported and I did eat cake, lots of delicious cake (thanks Margaret). I’ll take that fuel and more forward
for hopefully 50 more! Thank you
wonderful people, I love you all!!
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