Well, it happened. I finally hit the infamous mile-marker.I was a little depressed about it at first, but hey, you're only as young as you feel, right. So they say that 50 is the new 30. All I can say to anybody who claims that is: you're in denial!
You're eyes are shot, you made friends with Lady Clairol along time ago, your bones start to creak, you start paying attention to Depends commercials.
But it's not all bad...you also get to enjoy your grandkids, and just pray that you can get back up off the floor without anyone's help.
Since all of my girls were out of town, my sweet husband and co-workers made sure that I was well taken care of that day. Evidence is below.
Before I arrived at work.
They made me dress up in this garb.
Of course, Vernon was in on all of it. Thanks, sweetie!!
I have to admit, it was fun.
Thanks, gals!!
They actually put 50 candles on the cake...nothing to make you feel really old than not being able to blow out all your candles.
While all this was wonderful, and I so appreciate the special treatment, the icing on top my birthday cake this year was getting to talk to all four of my daughters, even though they all were far away. It's hard to describe the wonderful love and delight I have in each one of my girls. Getting to visit and share and enjoy them that day was the best gift of all.
