Turning 45

I remember when my mother was in her 40's. I don't think that was a super happy time in her life, especially when my father gave her a can opener for her birthday. So I have instructed my husband he can't give me can openers or flashdrives for my computer for Christmas or my Birthday. However, my sweet family invited some good friends over for ice cream and cake and I got a BIG family birthday breakfast.Even though I enjoyed my pedicure with great delight I see my mortality staring me right in my face. My mother was only 54 when she left this world and sometimes I feel like I'm in a race to make sure my children have all they need to make it in this cruel world because the clock is ticking, My little surprise caboose is sitting here next to me and I think about all the life he needs out of me to make him the young man God intends for him to be.

My strong willed, I do it myself, eldest daughter still has some advice yet to get, from her strong willed mother. I think it best to wait for her to come and ask for it. She astounds me with her insight so she will figure out that I may have something to say that might help her out.

My life is not what I planned and for those of you who may decide to follow out of curiosity I am willing to discuss all....my life is not without scars or baggage. Let's open up the suitcase and see what's inside. I know I didn't live, love and love again for nothing! So though I know my mortality is not up to me, it's probably not the race I think it is.