A few days ago I turned, I turned 50. For some odd reason I had looked forward to this birthday ever since I turned 49. Sounds strange doesn't it? I am one of those women who doesn't lie about her age. I am so very thankful for every single day and year that God grants me to remain here on this Earth that I really don't care about turning 50.
I began telling my wonderful husband last year that all I wanted for my birthday was a BIG birthday party. I dropped several hint of what I expected (yes, most were way over the top - Reba McIntire or Celine Dion, ice sculptures, hundreds of guests,). But he he got the idea. And he and our daughter came through with flying colors. The party was wonderful with all of our family being there except a couple aunts and our long lost son. Many friends were there to celebrate with us and to watch a video prepared by Stacy. It was filled with old photos that made me cry and brought back many good memories.
So here I am... 50 years old now and ready for the next adventures of my life. I know that God has something great in store for me. I am eagerly awaiting with open arms and a willing spirit.